In The Hood Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

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Trading route, on the border between the North and South 

At a small outpost called Red Clay Village} 

{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 fuck, 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} 

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 

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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 

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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 

Murder, bad boy ya block off an' 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, nine millimeter me say 

Murder, no time fi talk, one fi 

Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di 

Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying 

Nying, nying, nying, me say murder 

Aey 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 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 

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 

Murder, bad boy ya block off an' 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, nine millimeter me say 

Murder, no time fi talk, one fi 

Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di 

Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying 

Nying, nying, nying, me say murder 

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 'Lac, in the hood 

Africans 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' 

Murder, bad boy ya block off an' 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, nine millimeter me say 

Murder, no time fi talk, one fi 

Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di 

Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying 

Nying, nying, nying, me say murder 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, no time fi talk, one fi 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' 

Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di 

Murder, no time fi talk, one fi 

Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di 

Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying 

Nying, nying, nying