From Yo Hood 2 My Hood

Geah Your lesson for y'all out there All the thug niggas on the block regulatin' This goes out for y'all (West Side) Gangstas will rule the world in the Y2K Check it out Can y'all see where I'm comin from Hoods and blocks and G's with Glocks Young thug niggas with rocks Everyday and night cause ain't - nuthin' changed Destiny is meant for niggas to hoo-bang Lord have mercy - to the ones that's gone Cause only you upstairs know was wrong Night time hits, here comes the fire flies One more block to catch the drive-by Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet Any fuckin' hoodrat bitch you can meet Poor muthafuckas still wating - on the county Young black niggas dodgin' the county mountie Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks Slugs to your back if my clientele you jack Knick knack - patty wack, packs straps Patty-wack your own homie trying to cheat on craps From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names I gotta flick from a homie doing ten in the pen Gotta a little bigger since my lil' nigga went in Lotta tales 'bout fools gettin' em up and shanked Whose mouth tight shut? Whose shit that stink? Gotta lil' message - 'bout the bitch you fucked A nigga cross town got the hoodrat stuck Me and Loc jacked that nigga last week fo' ends I shoot a lil' paper till you up in the pen Fools still riding - got the spot on lock We gon' chill right here till you back on the block Nigga still bailin round here khakis and stars High as fuck as we throw the hood out the car We miss the days when you used to get drunk at night Never bailed on a homie when it's time to fight One times jacked us the last night, face in the dirt Tryin' to get info on who shot the store clerk From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names Somebody help me out the ghetto Ya know - same story just like before I don't wanna be here just like you I slangs just 'bout everything to start new Do you have the answer? Niggas gettin' popped - dying off just like cancer You got your enemies, you got your old G's In the penitentiaries just want to be free If I had another chance would I do it again? Rewind the time and head right back to the pen Seems like I can't escaped this world of sin Judgement for this young thug in the end Time's up - this thug caught a slug In another town trying to slang drugs My moms pray for my soul As I lay below I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus... Geah You how we do it