[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
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See like
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People can't relate to it, don't understand it
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Cause they ain't never been there, they ain't from there
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I understand it
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[DJ On Point - talking over last line of Intro (echo)]
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As we wrap this shit up
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We call this one (Still My Hood)
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[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
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Even though they hate 'em (oh), even though when a nigga try to make a come up
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(It's a), it's another nigga waitin just to run up
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Though they sellin rocks for shorts
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And every night around twelve you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em)
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And know niggaz is rats, some boys is wired
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And the food in the supermarket's all expired (whoa)
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Every block's a liquor store, an abandoned building
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Drunk parents at the liquor store abandonin children (let's go)
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Though the sky seems gray, we'll get through the weather
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And even though they fill our grade schools with metal detectors
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Some cops is crooked and police indecent
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And you can catch a body up the street from the precinct
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Though we got a lot of shit wrong, a lot of shit goin on
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Gotta love it, this the place I was born, so I sit here dedicatin this song
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This is still my hood
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[Chorus - Joe Budden - w/ ad libs]
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Now everywhere I roam, though they keep the chrome, it's no place like home
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This is still my hood
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And it's far from fine, I may like other places but they far from mine
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Gotta love my hood
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And I only know one place that be like that, if I ever leave, trust
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I'll be right back
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It's my hood
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It may not be good, it may not be like it should
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But let me get one thing understood, this is still my hood
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[DJ On Point - talking over Chorus]
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Shout to Wyks on the beat
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Can't forget NV, what up nigga?
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[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
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You know they got them Macs out until ya time's up
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And the barbers'll fuck ya line up (this is still my hood)
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Hold up 'cause even though
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You can't meet a girl ain't fucked a nigga you know (gotta love my hood)
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This the same place you can't get a job
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They look at you, like you young and you black
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get the fuck out of dodge (fuck out of here)
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Get a gun, get some crack, feel like that's our only op'
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Tell ourselves we'll fall back as soon as that money stop (oh!)
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They feast on ya watch (and)
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And dudes stand on the corner like if life passes us by at least we
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wanna watch (talk to 'em)
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Clowns get extorted (whoa), gangstas get recorded (whoa)
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Mami don't know if she should keep it or abort it (get rid of it)
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Cops you'll never will catch me, I'm aware all my warrants
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And I'm not goin down (naw), naw that's not goin down (nah)
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Carjackings, shootouts is imperial here
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And I dare you find a ratchet with the serial, yeah
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Though you might have to raise ya gun, just to raise ya sums
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This ain't the place you want to raise ya son (never that)
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A few dudes'll argue about they favorite rapper
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Other dudes sit and think of different ways they could yak ya
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Don't take it personal, it's just the paper they after
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So I keep mine on me, just in case I might have to
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and still no other place that I'd rather
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Gotta love my hood
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[Chorus - w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
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If you've never been, you can't really know about it (naw)
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System's fucked up, the jails is overcrowded (whoa)
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Murder rates is up and as a matter of fact
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A couple of close friends of mine have added to that
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And I rate nothin above it, I know it seems odd but I hate it and I love it (naw)
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Naw, I hate that I love it (yeah, yep)
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The same things that seem to get me always pissed
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As soon as I leave, I always miss, it's always like this
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So small, everybody knows everybody
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It's body after body, it's robbery after robbery
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Hookers on the strip, some girls'll be a ho
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We got a few local legends, I guess the world'll never know
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From Jers to Little Rock, the hood'll never die down
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B-More, D.C., Compton, Chi-Town, New York to VA, ya town's like my town
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Let's go
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[Chorus - 2X - w/ ad libs]
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[Outro - Joe Budden - talking]
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Whoa!
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This goes out to everybody in every hood man
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no matter where ya at, where ya from
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New Orleans, Mississippi
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Vancouver, London, T. Dot
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Wher |