Trapped In The Hood Lyrics - Black Friday - Jay Rock

Stepped out my project unit 

Loaded my strap, hope I don't have to use it 

Jumped in my magnum, gripping the magnum 

Patrolling my hood, through the block just to see what's happenin' 

Turnin' on the deuce, little kids out wrestlin' (?) 

Got me thinking back when I used to flip off trash cans 

That was '9-5, back when Beadie (?) ran the block 

Doo Dog and Teez (?) had it on lock 

With them crack spots rollin' 

I used to sit and watch smokers cash they whole check for the rocks 

Another sad day, (?) got shot, Lil Hit (?) got shot, then Q-Tip got popped 

Over the years so many from the rolls and tears 

We born to die, hummers never living in fear 

Back on patrol, see whats popping up in the gym 

The homies ballin', then they right back on they hustle again 

Soon dice in the cup, police roll up 

Everybody scattering trying to shake them cuffs 

Gang injunction, can't really hang too much 

Pointing out niggas? That'll get your cranium touched 

That's why I see the homies with them things on tuck 

Roll through don't know you didn't bangs gone bust (?) 

Living off survival instincts, as they should 

Gunplay, slinging yay, that's life in my hood 

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Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood 

(We hustle, we struggle, on that row, gotta go through troubles) 

Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood 

(We bang, we slang, that's life in the hood, gotta make a little change) 

When it was '9-5, watchin' Beadie (?) being observed 

2001, I found myself on the curb 

Rockin' it up, choppin' it down for them dollars 

Niggas was wildin' up in the bushes with them choppers 

Momma was hollin', put your pants up, she didn't know that was a problem 

Pockets holdin' pistol and thousands, stomachs was growlin' 

Lookin' for the next play 

Homies run up in each other's spots just for that yay 

Enemies come through, take the homie life away 

Ride out, lay him down, coming back the next day 

Had me ridin' for the turf 

The big homie did it, so I had to put in work 

Talk later, shoot first 

That's the code that we livin' by, sippin' Remy, gettin' high 

I was 16 with a semi and a 30i 

I'm proud to be property of the black and white bricks 

Young nigga fascinated with hood shit 

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Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood 

(We hustle, we struggle, on that row, gotta go through troubles) 

Niggas, hustlin', strugglin' just to make it daily, trapped up in the hood 

(We bang, we slang, that's life in the hood, gotta make a little change)