| In the hood
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| There’s no other place for me
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| In the hood
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| There’s no place I’d rather be
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| Ghetto rules are hard to understand
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| It’s tough to survive if you don’t know a man
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| Thug deep, ballin' through the urban sands
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| Ridin' solo, wheels at my command
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| It seems that ghetto dreams
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| Are deep in my mind as they just beam
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| I can see 'em in the distance like a light
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| Making me do the thangs that I do, it’s alright
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| Stars down, ready for the sparkin'
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| Playa' on the scene, and you know I’m ghetto walkin'
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| I’m stompin', falling through a ghetto
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| Run up on my Glock, and you know it’s ghetto talkin'
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| All my homeboys, yeah they showin' much love
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| Like it’s comin' down, from above
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| So I keep on pressin' with these ghetto dreams
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| Ghetto beams, and ghetto things
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| In the hood
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| There’s no other place for me
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| In the hood
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| There’s no place I’d rather be
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| I’m flippin', and I’m fallin, and I’m kickin' so real
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| Everythang is chill, lick reveal
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| It’s amazing, matta fact, baller made
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| As I kick back, doin' this thang every day
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| But it’s called… it’s called R-A-P-P-I-N-G
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| And all my boys feel me
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| I ride with G’s I grew up with
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| And I ain’t even trippin', it’s a major lick
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| Them boys are all about they paper, and all about they cash
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| Movin' thangs quick, and movin' thangs fast
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| In this concrete jungle, as we’re bumpin' these woofers
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| In six by nines, with the on the South
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| Greater, later, left/right, faders
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| System heard for miles, and you know we ain’t no haters
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| We stackin' paper every day
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| Ballin', shot-callin', and killin' away
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| In the hood
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| There’s no other place for me
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| In the hood
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| There’s no place I’d rather be
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| Ghetto rules had me mad, but never sad
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| Planted in my head while I’m doin' our task
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| Thinkin' to myself, as the tape rewinds
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| A playa' gotta stay deep on his grind
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| I’m scoopin' up, one of them G’s
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| We’re bout to head downtown for a meetin' in the industry
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| The game of fame, and everythang is so legit
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| In this game we ain’t gon' neva' quit
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| My boy told me once «parlay and just play»
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| In this thang that’s real, for us to be made
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| I dwell amongst tall buildings, a city slicker
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| Keepin' it cool, so I’m blowin' up quicker
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| I’m chillin' like that boy said to do
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| Keepin' it cool, movin' with the ghetto rules
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| And understand the ghetto wells
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| The ghetto rules, and the ghetto tales
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| In the hood
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| There’s no other place for me
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| In the hood
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| There’s no place I’d rather be
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| In the hood
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| There’s no other place for me
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| In the hood
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| There’s no place I’d rather be |