Every Hood's The Same E

Yeah. Everywhere you go, man, Ain't nothing different. It's all the same. Now any city you roll through, place you go To. Better know what to do, and the things You don't do. You ride through a hood where Nobody knows you. You looking like a meal to Someone with no food. You better keep it real before they expose you, And you look around wondering why they chose you. And whether you gang banging or you selling coke, Or just a bit of both, you can feel The quotes. Or you can feel the toast. It don't matter to me. I'm ghetto certified, murda-fied for the cheese. Y'all got OGs, we got old heads. Well, I fuck with them both to get more Bread. And take a look around, just tell me What you see. While you flying through these fucked Up streets. It's nothing but thugs, strips, Guns, clips, Bloods, Crips, drugs, Whips. It's all the same shit. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Sup Tech? Cali to Philly, Philly to Cali, Philly, P-Philly, P-Philly, Philly keep it ghetto while in Cali they Gang bang. But fuck that, every hood I go, The same thing. I'm fresh on the scene, Pocket full of green. Looking fresh in my tee With the vest underneath. In the west, from the east, whatever it's gon' Be will be. I'm from Philly where they live Filthy. When you broke in the hood you can't Holler at Diddy. Holler at 50, holler at Jigga, Holler at Jimmy. Dudes gritting, mean mugging, And looking hard. Young boys pushing raw out the Chinese store. Minorities poor, poverty born, trying to move on. Forever waiting on that lottery ball. Surrounded by nothing but thugs, strips, Guns, Bloods, Crips, drugs, whips. It's all the same shit. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Philly, P-Philly, P-Philly, Philly keep it ghetto While in Cali they gang bang. But fuck that, every hood I go, it's the Same, same, same. Yeah, I just got off the plane, man. Spent a couple weeks in Philly, ain't a fucking Thing changed. Streets still cold, everybody chasing Dough. East Coast, West Coast, don't matter where You go. Grab a shorty, get a bitch, Tear that door, crack the 40. Let's party, we can all get rich. Look, the hood, the projects, it's all the ghetto. The goods, the products, we all some rebels. Don't get caught up in all the tricks, clips, Glam and gold. 'Cause for the same shit the Hammers unload. Another episode from gangs, Clips, fame, chicks, cane, bricks, Game, pimps, man, it's the same shit. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Everywhere I go, everywhere I go. Every hood's the same. Everywhere I go, Every hood I see, it's all the same to Me. Everywhere I go, Oh, it's all the same to me. Can it be? Everywhere I go Every hood I see