Please believe that, somehow, someway We gotta make it about the hood, someday Somehow, someway We gotta make it about this life Somehow, someway We gotta make it about the hood, someday Someway, we gotta make it about this life Whether we dribble out this mutha***a Rap metaphors and riddle out this mutha***a Work second floors, I spittle out this mutha***a Somehow, we gotta get about this mutha***a Someday the cops'll kill a mutha***a I don't always wanna be this drug dealing mutha***a, damn Wish I could take a song on this magic carpet ride through the sky I used to play the hall of fifth floor Me and my boys, we all poor, getting high I, I, see the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I receive, I'm from the dirt I, planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy Flushing and no strength And, still I grew, somehow I knew that the sun'll shine through And, touch my soul, take hold of my hand Look man, the tree grows in Brooklyn Somehow, someway, I gotta make it about the hood someday Somehow, someway, I gotta make it about this life Someway, I gotta make it about the hood someday So Longdale, Siegel Street, I ain't forget you Twenty niggas on the block, try and chase that buck Newsy neighbors and the haters keep they face on stuck Cops roll up on their payment, break the dice, gang's up Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fightin' over rope, the young boys hype things up Niggas fightin' over coke, the young boys hype things up All the petty-ass wars, *** the night scene up Remember Lil Eddie Drawn and how he like mean up Then they wonder why we like green up Back to back, steam up, try to relax, but I can't, I lean up Ain't the L or the R for that steam up That steam up is my head, I'm stressed, to the point I get a fever Thinkin' bout the block and all the mothers and the kids that can't leave And how the chinks gotta feed them for the rest of they life ***in' wings, fried vegetable, rice, gotta be kiddin' No breakfast, Captain Crunch at night How the kids eatin' lunch at night And they beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four Know how I go, two by the foot, two by the head, boy Man, I'm gettin' scared, yeah, I know, that's how I feel, boy We gotta group the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink 40s Cop they lil' 40s, enough to get their leaders rocked Louis, Locke, and old Jordies But somehow, someway, we gon' make it up out this hood one day Somehow, someway, we gon' make it up out this life, yeah And somehow, someway, we gon' make it up out the hood one day Someway, we gon' make it up out this life Right, here's another little story about this Click-I-Click Another chapter based on how I get that game Hangin' round my neighborhood, bang my street Sit and watch the passerbys deflame my suite South side, sunny side, block side run South Vegas, South Palm, niggas all got guns Over here, we got this cold child, get that now We know tomorrow ain't a promise, get that now *** sittin' in the living room, guardin' the steps Workin' inside a smokehouse, starvin' to death Servin' these niggas flippers, quarter houses and zippers 80's snappin' your picture, neighbors blottin' to getcha Situation's a critic, I was out here to get it Livin' it like a savage, this nigga, I gotta have it And holdin' back on a mother***er, man, it was a hard dog He racin' up and walkin' down and ***in' all y'all Darby, you live in the creek, don't rise I'ma be a nigga in these streets, don't rise Somehow, someway, somehow, someway, yeah I'ma be a nigga in these streets, don't rise Somehow, someway, we gotta make it about the hood someday Somehow, someway, we gotta make it about this life Somehow, someway, we gotta make it about the hood someday Somehow, we gotta make it about this life