New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving Pushing cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's But there's a

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

To ever have to worry 'bout that Too high, too high in the clouds I done made some mistakes along the way To become the G I am today Who'd ever thought I'd make this far? Out the hood to be a big star And I ain't goin' nowhere Homie I ain't never comin'

Erry'where I go I'm puttin' on Puttin' on, puttin' on Bitch, I'm from the land 'til I die ('til I die) 'til I die On The East Side 'til I die ('til I die) 'til I die Bumpin that Bone Thugs 'til I die ('til I die) 'til I die In the hood I'm good 'til I

Yeah, Amerikaz mothafuckin' Nightmare, bitch They wanna know, where the hood at? Nigga, we right here Live in the flesh with the Tecs, they never scared Them guns we holding, claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

Is this the new national anthem Free just to murder me I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this But chopper going off in the hood man Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now After all, it’s

Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggaz actin up?!? Where the wolves at? You better BUST THAT if you gon pull that Aiyyo, ya niggaz must be outcha fuckin mind Thinkin dog can't

Yeah, livin' life like this Gotta paint a picture when I write like this Tales from my hood, not a sight like this Where they up to no good on a night like this And they murder motherfuckers just cause Type of shit I see and probably wonder what it was I

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from