[female singer harmonizes in background for 22 seconds]



[voice over singer]

Just another day in the hood

Let's good



[male singer]

I plan out my hustle for the day then take a shower

When your {?} dope, everybody jealous

When you come up short, everybody tellin you 'bout

who got that dope to sling tonight, who got the music

And the song uncut, everything you tellin

You the ghetto symphony (believe it)



[Chorus: male singer]

Poverty.. is paradiiiise.. ask me how I know (how you know)

You see the niggaz on the corner and you know they smokin wood

Chasin dollars and Impalas, it's the same way in yo' hood

Poverty.. is paradiiiise.. ask me how I know (how you know)

I see the ladies on they hustle, makin dollars in the club

Feedin babies, her Mercedes, came from niggaz stolen drugs



[Alkaholiks]

I know what it feels like to wake up broke

And face another day wit'cha back against the ropes

And I also know how to survive the struggle

When shit gets tough you gotta up your hustle

Set some new goals, raise your self-esteem

Don't let nothin intervene or get in between

If you gotta push weight, keep your money clean

And if you gotta strip girl, be the best you can be

If you gotta run scams then, cover your trail

Cause it's hard feedin babies when you locked in jail

If you cain't hold a job cause you just got out

Try another route, you know what I'm talkin about

And when you do make it big give back to the hood

So when you gotta go back it's still to the good

Stay loyal to your people, show 'em that you care

Cause in the end you know they be right there, just remember that



[Chorus] (how you know)



[female singer ad libs harmony to fade]