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Correct Trapped In The Hood Lyrics
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Correct Trapped In The Hood
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[Verse 1:] Stepped out my project unit Loaded my strap, hope I don't have to use it Jumped in my magnum, gripping the magnum Patrolling my hood, through the block just to see what's happenin' Turnin' on the deuce, little kids out wrestlin' (?) Got me thinking back when I used to flip off trash cans That was '9-5, back when Beadie (?) ran the block Doo Dog and Teez (?) had it on lock With them crack spots rollin' I used to sit and watch smokers cash they whole check for the rocks Another sad day, (?) got shot, Lil Hit (?) got shot, then Q-Tip got popped Over the years so many from the rolls and tears We born to die, hummers never living in fear Back on patrol, see whats popping up in the gym The homies ballin', then they right back on they hustle again Soon dice in the cup, police roll up Everybody scattering trying to shake them cuffs Gang injunction, can't really hang too much Pointing out niggas? That'll get your cranium touched That's why I see the homies with them things on tuck Roll through don't know you didn't bangs gone bust (?) Living off survival instincts, as they should Gunplay, slinging yay, that's life in my hood [Hook:] Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood (We hustle, we struggle, on that row, gotta go through troubles) Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood (We bang, we slang, that's life in the hood, gotta make a little change) [Verse 2:] When it was '9-5, watchin' Beadie (?) being observed 2001, I found myself on the curb Rockin' it up, choppin' it down for them dollars Niggas was wildin' up in the bushes with them choppers Momma was hollin', put your pants up, she didn't know that was a problem Pockets holdin' pistol and thousands, stomachs was growlin' Lookin' for the next play Homies run up in each other's spots just for that yay Enemies come through, take the homie life away Ride out, lay him down, coming back the next day Had me ridin' for the turf The big homie did it, so I had to put in work Talk later, shoot first That's the code that we livin' by, sippin' Remy, gettin' high I was 16 with a semi and a 30i I'm proud to be property of the black and white bricks Young nigga fascinated with hood shit [Hook:]
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