you're no good
 you're no good  baby
 baby  you're no good
 you're no good
 you're no good  baby
 baby  you're no good

 [verse 1   A.L.T.]
 I was raised in a rough neighborhood
 up to no good
 I'm looking at the older fools in my hood
 I wanna walk like 'em
 I wanna talk like 'em
 I wanna be a little G and hold a glock like 'em
 I wear my dickies creased  I wanna sag
 I wanna inhale some paint out of paper bags
 and big puffing up a block got a fat money roll
 and a firme '64
 so
 I guess it's me against the world
 I'm only 13 and I'm raising up a baby girl
 and I'm inducted in a hall of crime
 'cause they jumped my ass in back in '79
 now how you gonna tell me, that I should get a job
 dirty money spends easy so I'd rather rob you, fool
 but that's how it goes in the hood
 and momma used to say that I was no damn good

 [chorus]

 [verse 2 - A.L.T.]
 I knock on the door about 6 in the morn'
 "where the hell you been now it's the crack of dawn?"
 I've been working in the studio hooking up some videos
 but she knows I was out with some little hoes
 it's like that song it's a thin line
 she's starving for attention cause it's been a long time
 and when I come home, I smell like a woman
 there's lipstick on my collar
 a phone number on a dollar
 but that's just me
 and just last week she found a hotel key
 now every single time
 she be hitting star 69
 not knowing who she might find on the other line
 will it be my homey
 or will it be my hina
 will she come home early and find her
 hittin' that thing like I know I should
 my woman used to tell me I was no damn good

 [chorus]

 [verse 3 - A.L.T.]
 Nowadays it seems like things ain't the same
 it's you and I killers in my gang
 and all these little fools are looking up to me
 I'm 33 so they're calling me an OG
 and I'm telling them the stories of the old day
 and how we handled things in our own way
 we wouldn't drive by like a little punk
 we'd tie his ass up and throw him in the trunk
 we fought toe to toe and stood like a man
 not shooting out the back of an Astro Van, damn
 but nowadays they all on that speed and crack
 and most of them ended up on their back
 with a tag on their toe
 I guess they didn't know
 from 1981 to 1994
 rest in peace
 but that's how it goes in the hood
 it's 1995 and it's still no good

 [scratching(to all the homies rest in peace)]

 [chorus x2.5