Da Hood Da Youngsta's

[ VERSE 1: Qur'an Goodman ]
Another day in the hood, I awake from the sound of a gunshot
Pop, pop, pop, who needs a damn alarm clock?
I got a homie out there clocking the white rocks
He carries a hype Glock, but he came to a slight stop
He found himself behind bars
Collected more scars, got right out and broke more laws
Some people wonder is it just because he live in the inner city
He wanna be a hood like Frank Nitti
Cause when he's rolling the streets he don't care
He'll stick you up for your money and make you strip to your underwear
I know it's kinda pathetic
But where I live at you get used to the sound of the paramedics
Because it's brothers like him all around here
Ain't nowhere to go so you gotta stay down here
Cause if it ain't another brother shot dead
It's a junkie OD-in laying on his death bed
This is the type of thing that I see everyday
Everything is gloomy and grey but what can I say
I'm still surviving cause I'm taking the bad with the good
It's just another day in the hood

[ Hook ]
Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood
It's just another day in the hood
Da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood, da hood