[talking:] 

Yung Redd, and it's the same ol' song nigga 

No matter where I go, know I'm saying 

It's the same ol' song, every hood on every block 

Yeah, that's the sound of them niggaz in the hood it go 

Yeah, that's the sound of them niggaz in the hood 



[Yung Redd:] 

It's the same ol' song, ery'where I go 

Some niggaz is slanging dope, or hanging by the sto' 

You can either be two thangs, rich or po' 

I can't ever let this life go, that's all I know 

So, clap your hands for a hustler 

At any given time, somebody in the street could touch ya 

Can't nobody seeing us, re'ing up 

We just being us, er'y nigga in the hood got it rough enough 

The clock is ticking, them glocks is spitting 

On every block you see the cops, so we start sprinting 

Made it 21 years, I'm just glad I'm living 

And e'ry penny I make dog, I can't spend it 

You can love me or hate me, money can't make me or break me 

Plus I'm ready to go, when this rotate me 

Gun off safety, in case niggaz wanna play me 

Still I gotta keep it moving, if the ground shake me 



[Hook: x2] 

All my niggaz, getting tired of struggling 

I gotta get it, so I keep on hustling 

The cops know, they can't tell us nothing 

Before it's too late, I gotta make something 



[Yung Redd:] 

I'm only in it for the money, the root of all evil 

Life is like a movie, without the sequel 

Never ever let a nigga, in the streets mislead ya 

Better learn to peep game, but I can't teach ya 

It's two sides to a story, and I can't tell 

Live in my city, it ain't that hard to go to jail 

I done been a lot of places, traveled around 

And what I found, niggaz all do the same in every town 

You know, some of my niggaz got they life cut short 

Play it smart, cause them gun shots'll tear you apart what 

I look back, where I came up 

If some'ing happened, and the neighbors always use to blame us 

But most people, think I slipped through the cracks 

I fell in love with music, I was born to rap 

But the block is sold, I had enough rocks to roll 

The hood should know, it's slow when the cops patrol 



[Hook x2] 



[Yung Redd:] 

I came a long ways, from no name to mo' fame 

Too broke for hope, couldn't sco' a gold chain 

And now-a-days, ery'body on the paper route 

And niggaz wanna leave the hood, but never make it out 

We kept 'em coming back, for that white money pack 

Give me some slack, naw you ain't getting nothing back 

That's how we act, when a nigga move Cracker Jack 

But times done changed, and all I do is push raps 

Matter fact, I make bangers and get profit 

I skip in the drop, same color as Hypnotic 

Never had to go to college, for a lil' knowledge 

Some of these niggaz, thought I didn't show a lot of promise 

I'm living proof, of what the others can do 

And if it worked for me, then it might work for you 

And it's a million motherfuckers, who are just like me 

That don't mean you can tell us, what we can't or might be nigga 



[Hook x2] 



Yeah that's the sound, of them niggaz in the hood it go 

That's the sound, of them nigga in the hood [x2]