Hood Took Me Under

I got another gang story to tell

Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell

And right then and there it's no hope

Cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope

Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty

Can't survive in the Compton city

And fool thats bet

Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set

Chyeah, Its not that you want to but you have to

Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you

Straight off the mutherfuckin block

Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked

Chyeah, who gives a fuck about another

Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers

Chyeah but I'm young so nobody would wonder

That the hood would take me under

Always strapped and eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under

Now I'm a few ages older

Got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder

And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part

I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart

Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses

Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes

Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality

Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality

Pop pop pop, drops the sucker

If he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker

Chyeah I'm in it to win it and can't quit

Fool, and ready die for this shit

One times can't fade the gang tuff

Putting my foot in your ass to make times rough

I'm the neighborhood terror but I never wondered

That the hood would take me under

Always strapped and eager to peel a cap

The hood done took me under

Police is hot, so I'm watching my back

I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jeffin'

Times heard this brother pulled a 187

Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime

So I gotta peel his cap with the nine

Fool, if its on then its on, fuck ya G

Because how the odds are looking fool, its either him or me

So I loads up the strap and I step

Cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death

Revenge. Chyeah, that's what its all about

See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out

Stare the fool down with the eye contact

He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt

Blast was the sound that one times heard uh

Nigga, twenty-five to life for the murder

Was it worth it I've always wondered

Maybe if the hood didn't take me under

Chyeah, this going out to all the niggas

It's going out to my niggas

Its going out to all the niggas

My nigga Mike T