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This is strictly for the block, the hoods own generals-
Where 9 out of 10 mothaf***as know criminals/
People hit the streets foe a class
Young niggaz is 16, skipping school but studying math/ [think about it]
Catz know about B‘s and C‘s but not phonics--
most people fail science but know about projects/
The wrong sets will get u stomped out in public-
And the young cats sell nics to enlarge their budget/
Fathers aren’t common, the good ones are rare-
We don’t need cloudy days to put smoke in the air/
Ghetto Americans, but the dream’s out of it-
Young crack babies born HIV positive/
This is for the fiends fighting, tryna resist-
Doing everything they can to quit buying a hit/
I’m here to tell ya’ll story, violently spit-
Itz my hood damnit so I’m riding with this/

My hood to your hood, the same old story
My hood to your hood, Streets got love for me/
My hood to your hood, Water runs deep-
My hood to your hood, But real n*ggas run streets/
Your hood to my hood, Itz the same song-
Your hood to my hood, It rains sooo long/
Your hood to my hood, The story of the block-
Your hood to my hood, drama just wont stop/

Welfare is everywhere, the first and 15th-
That money goes quick, people broke in a week/
Old heads are on the corner, wheel chairs and canes-
Tryin to school young catz, reveal all the game/
Everybody out wanna emcee or ball-
N*ggas wanna read Feds, but cant read at all/
Slaves used to go north to hear freedoms music-
Now catz take their freedom up north and lose it/ [Prison gate sound]
LiL Tony Montanas is tryin to sell blocks-
Couple months in, they’re sittin in cell blocks/
The streets is watchin, along with narcs-
So niggaz is hiding mad paper bags in parks/
Motha f***as lay shot, from fights with a middleman-
People gettin popped for their Jordans and Timberlands/
Itz my block, and I see the struggle-
Shit is way too cold for the streets to love you/



Summertime starts shootouts, but sh*** skips the news-
Mothaf***as out playin dodgeball wit 22’s/
Go against a crew, u dolo, u gonna lose-
Cuz AR15’s do much more than bruise/
Everybody out wanna get a quick hustle-
Thugs on the block, tryna show some real muscle/
Niggaz wanna b ethe boss step out and floss-
Your jewels, his gat, sh*** itz your loss/
The streets raised me proper, I aint fall victim-
Mad peoples fell, but your boy aint fall with them/
While my co-brethren, stayed in the yard pitchin-
SicksentZ spit hot sh*** still riffin/
Years down the road the kid perfected the flow-
While They layin up with their body parts exposed/
I can’t do nothing but rep em until the end-
Until I see my n*ggas again........