Wu-tang Clan - In The Hood Lyrics
"The story you're about to see, occured along the main trading route, on the border between the North and South.. at a small outpost called Red Clay Village."[RZA]What the ***** y'all niggaz thought, huh?What you thinkin *****?Are you stupid son, must be stupid kidWhat the ***** is wrong?It's the Wu *****Ain't got a clue *****, tie ya shoe *****Get the ***** back, 'fore we break a f... listenTryin to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warninJust a chance to live, so you can see ya kidsYo son nah, before I split ya wigI'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat itSo now you got to FEEL IT!!{*beat changes*[Masta Killa]Yo what the, yoLet me ***** it one more time then y'all can *****Y'know how we do it in the hoodYo.. yeah.. turn the mic up, yeah, yoY'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodiesTake money snatch jewelry, in the hoodYou find the best woman lookin goodDiamond she need polishinIn my hood, all the gunshot legalAt the same time we gotta stop killin our peopleKeep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gunKeep it in the hood that's where we come fromI rep Brooklyn, home of the gangstaI know a few murderer, drug dealerIn the hood, we speak mathematics and buildWhat's the total weight of the brain, Allah realSlang jacks and hold gats, in the hood; 80 proofGet my dick sucked on the roof of the projectsDice game in the park, blunt sessions after darkMovin with the WessonWelcome to the God we build and drop a lesson*****hole testin, in the hoodGot the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]Murder, bad boy ya block off ahMurder, rude boy ya pop off ahMurder, nine millimeter me sayMurder, no time fi talk, one fiMurder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout diMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder[Inspectah Deck]Ay yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woodsIt ain't all good, pass the goodsDeep in the project halls waitin to shineWalk with a nine and talk with gang signsIn the hood, niggaz put twenty on HooptiesFour heads, one forty ounce and a loosieAnd keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the stripAnd roll dick throw on the flipWeed clouds thick enough to block the sunCops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood?Far from ya HollywoodFrom day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hoodFrom project chicks with hips and slim waistsFrom five dollar plates apartment six-eighthsO.G, I spit G to the young onesI keep it in the hood that's where I come from[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]Murder, bad boy ya block off ahMurder, rude boy ya pop off ahMurder, nine millimeter me sayMurder, no time fi talk, one fiMurder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout diMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder[Streetlife]This is the place where thugs is born - in the hoodBlink to long ya life is gone - in the hoodConvicts still live with they momAnd they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm - in the hoodCrack fiend'd furnish a 'Llac - in the hoodAfrican's be drivin cabs - in the hoodIn the streets the ghetto is hotAnd the illest gangsters, on the block with cops - in the hoodThe ones you love'll fill you with slugs - in the hoodBabies born addicted to drugs - in the hoodWe make life or death decisionsAnd the school system is like a minimal prisonSo you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livinIn the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]Murder, bad boy ya block off ahMurder, rude boy ya pop off ahMurder, nine millimeter me sayMurder, no time fi talk, one fiMurder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout diMurder, Masta Killa come calm wit nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nyingnying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder
