Lyrics Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan

In the Hood

(The story you're 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 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

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

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