Life in the hood, (life in the hood)

Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle)

Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood)

Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle



[dresta]

Its like a jungle, sometimes

When you rhyme

The hood took you under

Niggas start to wonder

Why you missin all these summers

I ain't seen the streets

In like five or six weeks

Cos i'm back on the cell block

Lookin like i'm shell shocked

In and out

Down south, up north

I'm back back, forth and forth

I can't seem to keep my black ass outta dough

Cos i'm steady doin dirt

Put in work for the turf

I did a gang of killin

And still ain't learnt a damn thing

Except how to gang bang

Talk slang and shoot game

And now i think i'm the mack of the century

Cos i got this bitch runnin through the penatentiary

But never knowin she was hoe'ing in the hood, black

Till the day my homies say 'dre that bitch a hoodrat'

But shoot the package on some nights

And i'm alright

Just another piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life



[chorus]

Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle)

If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble)



[bg knocc out]

My life is like a puzzle

I thank god for everyday i'm seeing

Livin in the world cos i'm bout european

Bein, a young black male is like havin on

Some gaseline underwear bailin through hell

Cos we have no win that we can all see

Ask rodney king, michael j and mike t

And what about oj, i think its a set up

Pac you said it first but my nigga keep your head up

They don't wanna see another black man make it

And everything we get that look nice

They wanna take it

So make it, 187 on the po-lice

I'm tired of seein nigga's get stressed

And fucked with no grease

No peace, no justice

Motherfuck this

Live bg's doin dirt outta cuttless

The three strikes march

It didn't help the situation

All it did was increase the jail population



[chorus]



(life in the hood is just like a puzzle)

Life in the hood is just like a puzzle



[dresta]

My homies is a piece to my puzzle

I love they ass to death

But the more i look around

There ain't too many of us left

Survival of the fittest

And the strong don't survive

I can count more real niggas dead than alive

So niggas stop the talkin

Let that bullshit keep walkin

I'm tryin to get mine

So quit wasting my time

And if i had a dime for everytime i met a bitch

That i thought was the shit

My ass would be rich

But no, i'm broke

And bitches ain't a joke

Nigga you better check yo bitch, talkin shit

Will get that hoe smoked, (i'm down with you baby)

Bitch, don't even make a nigga start

Tryin to get inside my heart

So she can tear my life apart

I already got enough strain on my brain

Than to be busy worried about some busy ass dame

But game, recognise game with the dresta

Fool, i thought you knew about the westside gangsta



[chorus till fade]


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