Wu-Tang Clan, Suga Bang Bang, Streetlife - In the Hood lyrics

"The story your 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"

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 how we do it in the hood
Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, 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

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 niggas put twenties 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 (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
OG, 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'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'

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 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