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Wu‐Tang Clan
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Y'all niggas better rock your hoodies
Take money, snatch jewelry
In the hood, you find the best women looking good
Diamonds, she need polishing
In my hood, only 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 I come from
I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta
I know a few murderers, drug dealers
In the hood, we speak mathematics and peel
Bustas on the way to the bread, and all real
Slick jack, cold gats in the hood
Eighty proof, get my dick sucked on the roof with a punch
Dice game in the park, bust session after dark
Movin' with the Wesson, bumpin' to the gun
We build and talk our lesson
Pistol testing in the hood
Got the word from the hood, bad shorty on the wood
Murder
Bad boy, you pop off and murder
Rude boy, you pop off and murder
Nine millimeter means a murder
Don't hang about when we murder
Many men talk 'bout the murder
Gots to kill to come home again
And again and again and again and again
This a murder
Yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the wood
It ain't all good, pass the good
Deep in the projects, cause rain or shine
Walk with the nine and talk with gang signs
In the hood, niggas put twenties on hoopties
Four heads, one forty ounce in a loosie
And keep dough on the flip, a ho on the strip
And roll thick dough on the clip
Weed clouds reekin' up the block, the sun
Dots come, thugs never drop the gun
Understood? Far from the Hollywood
Day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood
From projects, chicks with hips and slim waists
Five dollar plates, apartments
OG, I spit G's to the young ones
Keep it in the hood, that's where I come from
Murder
Bad boy, you pop off and murder
Rude boy, you pop off and murder
Nine millimeter means a murder
Don't hang about when we murder
Many men talk 'bout the murder
Gots to kill to come home again
And again and again and again and again
This a murder
This is the place where thugs is born
In the hood, blink too long, your life is gone
In the hood, convicts still play with they mom
In the hood, and they whole family think he's dead, dude, and they on
In the hood, crack fiend'll murder just laugh
In the hood, African be poppin' caps
In the hood, in the streets, the ghetto is hot
In the hood, and the illest gangsta on the block is a cop
In the hood, the one you love'll fill you with slugs
In the hood, baby born addicted to drugs
In the hood, we make life or death decisions
And the school system is like a minimum prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood, it ain't all good, but thank you for livin'
It's a murder
Yeah, in the hood
Yeah, slow it down one motherfuckin' time
Yeah, one two, one two
What's up? How y'all...?
Alright, let's clear the stage off
Back 'em up, yo, back 'em up, security
Security, uh, uh, one two
Security, security, security
We wanna give a shoutout to all the niggas
That's locked up, passed away
Back 'em up, you know how that go
Security
What up, y'all?
Cali, what's good?
What's good, Cali?
What's good?
Word up, this shit ain't over
This is live
For all our niggas that's gone
Y'all goin' crazy with them fuckin' cars
Yeah, we gon' sing a tune
Where all the weed-smokin' niggas at?
Where all the weed niggas at?
Can I get some weed?
Y'all niggas ain't got no weed