Blaq Poet - Hood Crazy lyrics
[Blaq Poet - Hood Crazy lyrics]
Yo son man the motherfucking
Hood is crazy son niggas be wilding, yo
Bitches be acting up
Niggas don't want to listen
Let me tell you something
Little niggas running around with big
Ass guns and shit
Police is killing us left and right
It's just fucking crazy
"Hit me"
I went down last night watching
These two chicks fight
One had a shank, one had a knife
They was going for life
Yo, I can't front, light skin had a fatty
But the chocolate one mad she
Fucked her baby daddy
These bitches making it hot
I'm starting to get mad
But, I ain't breaking it up
I ain't trying to get stabbed
So I pulled out the 3 pound
And bust off some shots
For one second they stopped and
Took it from the top
Now I got to breeze 'cause here come police
They're watching from the rooftop
Now they're on me the gun still hot
Smoke coming out the barrel
Passed it off to my man
And disappeared to the shadows
Made it all the way to the crib
Changed my clothes
For an hour, laid low, and I'm back on the go
Can't stop, won't stop
Got to move these bricks
This is life in the hood, no movie shit
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
The hood is crazy, trust me when I tell ya
Getting chased by wild wolves one
These niggas smell ya
I tried to school shorty
Tried to tell him to listen
I know your family, they're Christian
You ain't got the thug vision
Plus, you ain't even old enough to buy a beer
So take my advice and get
The fuck out of here
Or do you want to be gangster
And get what a gangster gets
Look in the mirror, nigga, you're not 50 Cent
Don't be a fool, stay in school
Don't do drugs
Little nigga looking at me like "you bugged?
How you gon' tell me what to do?
I learned the shit by looking
Out the window at you"
I said, "alright", that moment
My heart turned black
Looked him in the eyes and told
Him "You can't turn back
You are now, MTM, married to the mob
Any kind of street shit
No running to your moms
Just handle your business and don't be a baby
And remember when I told you that
The hood is fucking crazy"
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
Late night, crack fights, niggas throw dice
Broad daylight, on the scene, chicken, wings
And rice
Motherfuckers don't care if it's hot or cold
Motherfuckers don't care if it rains or snow
Some want to powder their nose
Some hit the pipe
Some some the haze, drink Henny all night
Some don't do nothing
They just hang with the click
Those are the ones that
Mostly get innocently hit
The hood is crazy, you better believe it
Three hundred pound niggas turning all anemic
Welcome to hell, it's hell on earth
Bad to worse it's like being in the desert
And you're dying from thirst
A young mother gives birth, she ain't ready
It hurts dump the baby in the dumpster and
She gone on the first i saw on the news
I saw the little tiny hearse
But all I can do is under my breath, curse
("shit")
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
"In the hood"
Hood is crazy son niggas be wilding, yo
Bitches be acting up
Niggas don't want to listen
Let me tell you something
Little niggas running around with big
Ass guns and shit
Police is killing us left and right
It's just fucking crazy
"Hit me"
I went down last night watching
These two chicks fight
One had a shank, one had a knife
They was going for life
Yo, I can't front, light skin had a fatty
But the chocolate one mad she
Fucked her baby daddy
These bitches making it hot
I'm starting to get mad
But, I ain't breaking it up
I ain't trying to get stabbed
So I pulled out the 3 pound
And bust off some shots
For one second they stopped and
Took it from the top
Now I got to breeze 'cause here come police
They're watching from the rooftop
Now they're on me the gun still hot
Smoke coming out the barrel
Passed it off to my man
And disappeared to the shadows
Made it all the way to the crib
Changed my clothes
For an hour, laid low, and I'm back on the go
Can't stop, won't stop
Got to move these bricks
This is life in the hood, no movie shit
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
The hood is crazy, trust me when I tell ya
Getting chased by wild wolves one
These niggas smell ya
I tried to school shorty
Tried to tell him to listen
I know your family, they're Christian
You ain't got the thug vision
Plus, you ain't even old enough to buy a beer
So take my advice and get
The fuck out of here
Or do you want to be gangster
And get what a gangster gets
Look in the mirror, nigga, you're not 50 Cent
Don't be a fool, stay in school
Don't do drugs
Little nigga looking at me like "you bugged?
How you gon' tell me what to do?
I learned the shit by looking
Out the window at you"
I said, "alright", that moment
My heart turned black
Looked him in the eyes and told
Him "You can't turn back
You are now, MTM, married to the mob
Any kind of street shit
No running to your moms
Just handle your business and don't be a baby
And remember when I told you that
The hood is fucking crazy"
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
Late night, crack fights, niggas throw dice
Broad daylight, on the scene, chicken, wings
And rice
Motherfuckers don't care if it's hot or cold
Motherfuckers don't care if it rains or snow
Some want to powder their nose
Some hit the pipe
Some some the haze, drink Henny all night
Some don't do nothing
They just hang with the click
Those are the ones that
Mostly get innocently hit
The hood is crazy, you better believe it
Three hundred pound niggas turning all anemic
Welcome to hell, it's hell on earth
Bad to worse it's like being in the desert
And you're dying from thirst
A young mother gives birth, she ain't ready
It hurts dump the baby in the dumpster and
She gone on the first i saw on the news
I saw the little tiny hearse
But all I can do is under my breath, curse
("shit")
The hood is crazy straight like that
Got the cops running around with
Yellow tape like brats
"In the hood"