My Hood Lyrics - Killah Priest

[Intro: Killah Priest] 

Huh, huh, huh 

Money, drugs, and sex 

All in My Hood 

In My Hood 

In My Hood 

In My Hood, yo, yo 

[Killah Priest] 

What up little nigga, what you smokin on? 

Only 14, product of a broken home 

Out late, tryin to tell me that you're makin your livin 

Tryin to see how much weed you can take in your system 

Indeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his sentence 

Askin me what I believe, have I ever repented? 

Type of shit niggas talk about when they get high 

Passed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by 

Bullshittin one another with the same old lies 

Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside 

Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel died 

Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties 

It's like that to the day that our loved ones die 

Lookin up at the sky, "Please sun come shine" 

But all we see is dark days, ain't no sun rays 

Only gun plays, in My Hood 

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[Chorus: Killah Priest (Amber Alexis)] 

In My Hood (What you see is tragedy) 

In My Hood (The peace can be) 

In My Hood (Look around and tell me you're free) 

In My Hood (Come with me to My Hood) 

In My Hood (Look around at what you see) 

In My Hood (Tragedy, in My Hood) 

(Look around and tell me you're free) 

(Come with me to My Hood) 

[Killah Priest] 

We've got Powerules and P-stones 

Damo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60's movement 

The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X students 

The revolution, this is rebel music 

The other day a young lady threw her baby of the roof an' 

Six niggas died from homicide and drug shootins 

My homey's mom just went of the loose end 

From drugs abusin, this is thug amusement 

Bloods and Crips, huggin the strips 

Lovin they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips 

Folks, GD's and vice lords, when night falls 

Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff Thor 

To death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue 

From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah 

We live our lives through ya, in My Hood 

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[Chorus] 

[Killah Priest] 

'cause outside there's a Cold War 

And inside niggas waitin on their road call 

When friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogs 

Don't know why we all cry when the soul fall 

Yo, we got uncles comin home from doin a bid 

Movin ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us live 

The rest is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress 

Can't argue 'cause God makes the test 

I hear oldies from OG's who grow old tea 

Some OD in doorways, out in cold for four days 

It's like that all day 

We gat rollin 60's, for over 50's 

Triple-oh's in the windy cities 

Latin Kings, Manhattan Queens 

Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers 

40 busters, 4 corner hustlers 

From west side, to Bed-Stuy 

Neathas in fiestas in neckties, Wepa 

Essays, and Chevy's with hydraulics 

This is God Knowledge 

Spinned it down for the hood, it's all good 

In My Hood 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Killah Priest] 

It's all good in My Hood