In the Hood (feat. RZA, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck & Streetlife)

The story you're about to see

Occurred along the main trading route

On the border between the North and South

At a small outpost called Red Clay Village

(We need your help on some prickly shit, tah, uh)

What the fuck y'all, niggas, thought, huh, what you thinkin', bitch?

Are you stupid, son? Must be stupid, kid

What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu, bitch

Ain't got a clue, bitch, tie your shoe, bitch

Get the fuck back 'fore we break a f-, listen

Tryna to tell y'all niggas, give you a fair warnin'

Just a chance to live, so you can see your kids

Yo, son, nah, before I split your wig

I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it

So now you got to feel it!

Yo, what the-, yo

Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck, y'know

Y'know how we do it in the hood

Yo, yeah (yeah)

Turn the mic up (hey, what's up, nigga?)

Yeah, yo

Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies

Take money, snatch jewelry in the (hood)

You find the best woman lookin' good

Diamond, she need polishin'

In my hood, all the gunshot legal

At the same time, we gotta stop killin' our people

Keep it in the (hood), niggas walk with they gun

Keep it in the (hood), that's where we come from

I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta

I know a few murderer, drug dealer

In the (hood) we speak mathematics and build

What's the total weight of the brain? Allah real

Slang jacks and hold gats, in the (hood), 80 proof

Get my dick sucked on the rood of the projects

Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark

Movin' with the Wesson

Welcome to the God we build and drop a lesson

Pussy hole testin', in the hood

Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood

Murder

Bad boy, you block off murder

Rude boy, you pop off murder

Nine millimeter, me say murder

No time for talk, wanna murder

Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder

Masta Killa come calm with nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder

Ayo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods

It ain't all good, pass the goods

Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine

Walk with a .9 and talk with gang signs, in the hood

Niggas put 20s on hoopties

Four heads, 140 ounce and a loosie

And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip

And roll dick, throw on the flip (hood)

Weed clouds (pow) thick enough to block the sun

Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun

Understood? Far from your Hollywood

From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the (hood)

From project chicks with hips and slim waists

From five dollar plates, apartment six H

O.G., I spit G to the young ones

I keep it in the hood, that's where I come from

Murder

Bad boy, you block off murder

Rude boy, you pop off murder

Nine millimeter, me say murder

No time for talk, wanna murder

Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder

Masta Killa come calm with nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder

This is the place where thugs is born

(In the hood), blink too long, your life is gone

(In the hood), convicts still live with they moms

And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm

(In the hood), crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac

(In the hood), African's be drivin' cabs

(In the hood), in the streets, the ghetto is hot

And the illest gangsters on the block's the cops

(In the hood), the ones you love will fill you with slugs

(In the hood), babies born addicted to drugs

(In the hood), we make life or death decisions

And the school system is like a minimal prison

So you Can't Knock the Hustle or the life that I'm livin'

(In the hood), it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'

(This is-, this is-, this is-)

Murder

Bad boy, you block off murder

Rude boy, you pop off murder

Nine millimeter, me say murder

No time for talk, wanna murder

Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder

Masta Killa come calm with nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying

Me say

Murder

Rude boy, you pop off murder

No time for talk, wanna murder

Bad boy, you block off murder

Rude boy, you pop off murder

Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder

No time for talk, wanna murder

Men and dem all talk 'bout the murder

Masta Killa come calm with nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying

Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying