Bad/Good - Diamond D

Yeah, yeah

Uhh, try to watch your neck

C’mon, growin up in the X We used to play manhunt, and steal your bike

Fight off the older dudes who tried to steal your Nikes

Don’t matter if you’re outnumbered, still you fight

Put a nigga in the yoke, let him feel your bite

Livin in the devil’s reach, fuckin girls on the roof

and call it Pebble Beach (yeah) and even though

we were kids, we still knew right from wrong

That’s the premise, for me to even write this song

And laugh about who ran

Stick-up kids waitin outside of Jew-man (yeah)

And we idolized the neighborhood block stars

At night, throwin rocks at the cop cars

Shoot a fair one, you might get lumped

But fuck a fair one, you might get jumped

Knuckle up, or you might get chumped

Or in a car seat you might get slumped

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«Shit is real!""Growin up in the hood»

«Done some things bad, done some things good»

Yeah, I used to, run the streets but always got good grades

Reminiscin on this shit, blowin on good haze

We used to dumb shit, growin up in the 'jects

Gettin head at Yankee Stadium, up in the decks

You couldn’t hop at one-sixty-first

And how we race each other, bettin who could push one-sixty first

It wasn’t always like that

We was broke and my father always liked smack — what could you do?

So my moms did the best she could for dolo (yeah)

Workin in midtown for next to no dough

I know I put her through shit

So I’ma smile when I put her in the new six (yeah)

It’s only right cause I know I used to be a mess

Did I deserve all the beatings or was it stress?

Cause I put a few kids up in the EMS

I laugh about it now, cruisin in the CMS

Yeah, it’s all funny when I think back

Sippin Private Stock, but now I don’t drink that (nope)

Now I’m into mango juice and crushed grapes (yes)

We used to fiend for them clear Cold Crush tapes (yes)

And I went from hoppin trains and snatchin links

To ridin around with bombshells in matchin minks

This is not rhethorical innuendo (yeah)

At house parties throwin leathers out the window, smarten up I can tell you a dummy (uh-huh)

You look soft, niggaz sell you a dummy

You come back and get wrapped like a mummy (a mummy)

So you should always keep a pound by your tummy

And I posess a +Dangerous Mind+ like Phifer

From listenin to the Gods in the cipher

Seen a few dudes get a universal

There’s cameras in the 'jects, live no commercial

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