In The Hood Lyrics by Wu-Tang Clan

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"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 fuck y'all niggaz 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 ya shoe bitch Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a f... listen Tryin to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin Just a chance to live, so you can see ya kids Yo son nah, before I split ya wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to FEEL IT!! {*beat changes* [Masta Killa] Yo what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo.. yeah.. turn the mic up, yeah, yo Y'all niggaz 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, niggaz 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 roof 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 Pussyhole testin, in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder [Inspectah Deck] Ay yo, 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 nine and talk with gang signs In the hood, niggaz put twenty on Hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick throw on the flip Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood? Far from ya 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-eighths O.G, I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood that's where I come from [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder [Streetlife] This is the place where thugs is born - in the hood Blink to long ya life is gone - in the hood Convicts still live with they mom And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm - in the hood Crack fiend'd 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 with cops - in the hood The ones you love'll 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 [Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang] Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder

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