In The Hood lyrics

Artist  : Wu-tang Clan 
Song : In The Hood



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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