Lil B, Yung Redd, S.L.A.B., J2 - In Tha Hood lyrics

In the hood
Nigga ain't a damn thang changed
Still ducking from the cops
Staying out of they range
In the hood, niggas on the grind for change
Same shit different day
Nigga stay in ya lane in the hood
Nigga ain't a damn thang changed
Still thugging on the block
Pushing rocks for days
In the hood, niggas trying hard to maintain
And if you disrespect the game
Niggas heat up your brain

In the hood, nigga it be real in the field
Fly shit up out the mouth
Will be enough to get killed
You either stunting or ya broke
When ya enter the dub
Too many thugs on the block
Will lead to multiple slugs
I push a whip with a clip
On the side of my seat
I gotta get it how it come
On the block without sleep
I rep the H to the fullest
Till I lay in a grave in the lab full time
Working harder than slaves
K shots'll leave stains, on a nigga for days
I pop the trunk hit the set
Swang in multiple ways
With a pack and a sack
The same color as glaze
In a click full of killers, on another page

You prolly wondering why we grind
I don't know why
Get rid of mine, ery'time them laws roll by
I need mine, work the block like a 9 to 5
I spend my day sunnyside, on 3-65
Wait a minute pimping
Ain't spending 'less I get it back
But we ain't pumping for nothing
Hustling to get a stack i talk it I live it
It's vivid yeah I witnessed that
I ain't forgot where I came
Watch how them niggas act
Bout round here, you don't feel like I feel
Til you live how we live
Then it is what it is yeah
This time, I'm on a whole 'nother feel
Back 7-4-5
With the same color wheels in the hood

I'm in the hood in the house, in the kitchen
Trying to whip up sticks
Roach niggas all up in my mix
Known D-dealer, front back and three wheeler
Trying to keep my khakis creased
Copping ki's of killa
Banged out, from my belt to my strings
Bandana on hang, like it ain't no thang
I post up in the hot spot
Pull them rocks out
A-1 got my dopefiends, half way knocked out
Lil' Boss I'm on that West A
Doing it the best way hit one switch
I'm in the drop let it just lay
I put it down, for my HGC's
B-L double O-D's, making G's shaking fleas

In the hood niggas jack
For a fresh set of three's
Or dope dealing on the block
Trying to get 'em some cheese
Nigga it's raw, broke and ain't got no cash
Well fuck that
I'm finna grab me a beam and a mask
And jack some'ing
Motherfucker give me your bread
Before my finger get to itching
And I'm busting your head
Cause in the hood niggas bust
'fore they give up they shit
So don't come around here playing
You get dealt with bitch and in the hood
Niggas hate when you come through skating
It don't matter what you riding
Nigga swangas or daytons cause on the West
Better watch it cause your partnas'll get ya
These niggas be roaches
Just hanging round waiting to get ya

In my hood, we have to snap necks for fun
It ain't no coming at us barking
And we insufficient funds
I'm a go-getter, so I'ma bleed the block
Whether fifty packs or dime sacks
I'm working the block
Hiram-Clarke to Alameda
I be working my territory
Quick to shoot three
Like my name was Robert Horry
Here's a story
Some nigga tried to come at me wrong
Got caught slipping
And bad news beat him back home
It ain't no selling, to these unknown faces
And unknown places
Cause laws trying to give out cases
Stay in houpes that be tinted up
Trying to get it
Cause off in my hood, hating laws be up in it