作词 : Rotem, Jonathan 作曲 : Rotem, Jonathan You know, growin' up in the hood You go through all kind of thangs, ya heard? Some of it's good, some of it's bad But the thangs you go through in life, make you who you are Look at me now And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes I still remember them nights under the street light Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in dough You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars To be a movie star, go get a glass jar Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public See the work sell itself if you got enough of it Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remainI ain't different from that same lil' project figure I done went with no lights and no water ***** And I'm still hood, that mean I still could Get on the block, and get mine like you should How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge?Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I getMy momma out the bricks and my whole clique legit Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and some TedsWe cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread The high speed chases, I really loved it To blow 50 G's and don't thank nothin' of it We showed love but wasn't no love showed back Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is that? It's a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me go and show you I can do it I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys Locked up and don't know if they ever comin' home boy Time keeps tickin', another baby's born That's gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and more You wonder why I hustle, my life's on the line My baby gotta have milk when she crying, c'mon now And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes Now everybody got they hand out Crackhead Willie spent his millions 'til they ranned out Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out But just last week, I couldn't get it out her damn mouth Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this Let me take it to a whole 'nother level Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid And money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed E'rybody got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it No matter what we do y'all we're still gon' go through it Some say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn But they will never understand, until they get a gram And this is who I am, not who I wanna be Open up yo' eyes and see, what these streets done-done to me And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes
作词 : Rotem, Jonathan 作曲 : Rotem, Jonathan You know, growin' up in the hood You go through all kind of thangs, ya heard? Some of it's good, some of it's bad But the thangs you go through in life, make you who you are Look at me now And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes I still remember them nights under the street light Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in dough You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars To be a movie star, go get a glass jar Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public See the work sell itself if you got enough of it Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remainI ain't different from that same lil' project figure I done went with no lights and no water ***** And I'm still hood, that mean I still could Get on the block, and get mine like you should How can I be good, when rappers wanna be Suge?Surroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can I getMy momma out the bricks and my whole clique legit Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and some TedsWe cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread The high speed chases, I really loved it To blow 50 G's and don't thank nothin' of it We showed love but wasn't no love showed back Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is that? It's a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me go and show you I can do it I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys Locked up and don't know if they ever comin' home boy Time keeps tickin', another baby's born That's gon' go through the same stuff that I went through and more You wonder why I hustle, my life's on the line My baby gotta have milk when she crying, c'mon now And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes Now everybody got they hand out Crackhead Willie spent his millions 'til they ranned out Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out But just last week, I couldn't get it out her damn mouth Nowhere to go, look like I'm stuck in these bricks Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this Let me take it to a whole 'nother level Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid And money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed E'rybody got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it No matter what we do y'all we're still gon' go through it Some say that I'm heartless, and don't give a damn But they will never understand, until they get a gram And this is who I am, not who I wanna be Open up yo' eyes and see, what these streets done-done to me And from the day I was born I've been hustlin' strong I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone And ****** said I wouldn't do it now I'm provin' 'em wrong And now they got their hands out like I owe them some I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on It ain't too much in the hood I don't know How many times do I have to say that I'm grownThat I'ma Young Buck and still enough to know when you ****** is hoes
