[Intro]
Yeah, another day in the hood, fool
In the hood, just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)

[Verse 1: 8Ball]
8Ball the Fat Mack must express
While a n***a's gettin' zooted from the potent-ass sess
Lookin' back, damn, I was wild as a juvenile
Mama showed love and she struggled for her only child
But like my dad, I was stuck in the streets
I never wanted to work hard 'cause that shit ain't for me
Back then only sixteen, ignorant and curious
Mom's gettin' furious 'cause I wasn't serious
I said fuck school teachers and the church preachers
I wanted to hang with my n***as with the streetsweepers
Back in the days sellin' herbs on Lamar Cove
Me and Squeaky doin' citywide talent shows
Gettin' dissed, gettin' pissed 'cause of this shit
'Cause it's so hard in this motherfuckin' business
I said many times, "Mama, I'ma make you proud"
But I could never leave the thug life of Orange Mound
I'm on the corner drinkin' Thunderbird, slingin' rocks
They in my hands 'cause the cops know 'bout the matchbox
But I can't sell dope, rappin' is the way, G
And this is just another day around the homies
[Verse 2: MJG ]
The phone rung at 8, I was deep into a sleep
Unconscious from that hate that they distribute on them streets
My world was constantly spinnin' from the Remy that was in me
And we ain't half-stepped on them blunts, we chiefed up plenty
A penny to be earned in a day is what I'm looking for
Hopin' for, some kind of way to make a little more ducats
Fuck it, shit that I just needed, I just stuck it
Up, hell, n***a might as well
Proceed to hustle like a P-I-M-P
MJ-fucking-G
The n***a with the muh-fuckin' clout, no doubt
The pimps is in the muh-fuckin' house
Be up outie, yo, Black folk is takin' over
You know how I know? Gimme the mic and I'll show ya
I'll teach ya, I'll reach ya with this pimpalistic knowledge
The shit a n***a learned back in Break-A-Bitch College
Started, to hustle at the age of eleven
Started makin' money when a n***a turned twelve
Started to indulge at the age of thirteen
At fourteen, a n***a flatfoot was raisin' hell
In the motherfuckin' hood

[Chorus]
The hood, just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day
[Verse 3: 8Ball]
So many rappers in this industry, I don't doubt
That it's a bunch of n***as broke with a CD out
It ain't new to me, 'cause me and MJG
Had to struggle just to hustle down in Tennessee
In Memphis, tryna be a rapper
But rappin' don't mean shit to Elvis Presley-lovin' crackers
Plus I'm with a record label gankin' me and fuckin' me
N***as always promisin' me shit that I will never see
Trick buster always talkin' 'bout we family
But while I was rappin' he was snortin' up my royalty
So I got smart, hit the streets and said "fuck that"
That's when this n***a named T-Money heard our first track
Pack 'em up, move 'em out, straight down to Texas
Me and JG ridin' drop-top Lexus
"Coming Out Hard" on the charts in the *Billboard*
Second album droppin' and we waitin' on our first award
N***as talkin' 'cause the crew ain't walkin' no mo'
Them jealous bustas tryna start shit over hoes
I don't know what is worse, livin' bad or livin' good
But the whole world remind me of my neighborhood

[Verse 4: MJG]
See, I'm a self-made hustler, trustin' the
N***as who think that two heads are better than one
And ready to get the job done, son
MJG gots game in the street, so
That makes me gets loose in the studio
Even though it was kinda hard as far as I could see
Growin' up in the Orange Mound Tennessee community
Could it be the future had love for a n***a who
Struggled through all type of shit for a bill or two?
Still I do shows for my fans 'cause my fans buy my tapes
And the tapes make my cheese and the cheese keeps me straight
And I hate when the busters smile all in my face like a ho
And talk shit in the down low
Look out, punk, motherfucker, sucker n***as
My finger's gettin' tired of the trigger
Dig a grave, shit, 'cause I don't want his boys to have to deal
With the smell of the trick I just killed
Pop a pill if you can't hang with the stress
Best wipe the big "S" off your motherfuckin' chest
Press issues, makin' sure they fully understood
'Bout a young n***a life in the motherfuckin' hood
[Chorus]
The hood, just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (The hood)
Just another day (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day in the hood (In the hood)
Just another day (Yeah)