Hood Crazy - Blaq Poet

Yo son man the motherfucking hood is crazy son

Niggas be wilding, yo

Bitches be acting up

Niggas don’t want to listen

Let me tell you something

Little niggas running around with big ass guns and shit

Police is killing us left and right

It’s just fucking crazy

«Hit me»

I went down last night watching these two chicks fight

One had a shank, one had a knife, they was going for life

Yo, I can’t front, light skin had a fatty

But the chocolate one mad she fucked her baby daddy

These bitches making it hot, I’m starting to get mad

But I ain’t breaking it up, I ain’t trying to get stabbed

So I pulled out the 3 pound and bust off some shots

For one second they stopped and took it from the top

Now I got to breeze 'cause here come police

They’re watching from the rooftop, now they’re on me

The gun still hot, smoke coming out the barrel

Passed it off to my man and disappeared to the shadows

Made it all the way to the crib, changed my clothes

For an hour, laid low, and I’m back on the go

Can’t stop, won’t stop, got to move these bricks

This is life in the hood, no movie shit

The hood is crazy straight like that

Got the cops running around with yellow tape like brats

The hood is crazy, trust me when I tell ya

Getting chased by wild wolves one these niggas smell ya

I tried to school shorty, tried to tell him to listen

I know your family, they’re Christian, you ain’t got the thug vision

Plus, you ain’t even old enough to buy a beer

So take my advice and get the fuck out of here

Or do you want to be gangster and get what a gangster gets

Look in the mirror, nigga, you’re not 50 Cent

Don’t be a fool, stay in school, don’t do drugs

Little nigga looking at me like «you bugged?

How you gon' tell me what to do?

I learned the shit by looking out the window at you»

I said, «alright», that moment, my heart turned black

Looked him in the eyes and told him «You can’t turn back

You are now, M.T.M., married to the mob

Any kind of street shit, no running to your moms

Just handle your business and don’t be a baby

And remember when I told you that the hood is fucking crazy»

Late night, crack fights, niggas throw dice

Broad daylight, on the scene, chicken, wings, and rice

Motherfuckers don’t care if it’s hot or cold

Motherfuckers don’t care if it rains or snow

Some want to powder their nose, some hit the pipe

Some some the haze, drink Henny all night

Some don’t do nothing, they just hang with the click

Those are the ones that mostly get innocently hit

The hood is crazy, you better believe it

Three hundred pound niggas turning all anemic

Welcome to hell, it’s hell on earth, bad to worse

It’s like being in the desert and you’re dying from thirst

A young mother gives birth, she ain’t ready, it hurts

Dump the baby in the dumpster and she gone on the first

I saw on the news, I saw the little tiny hearse

But all I can do is under my breath, curse («shit»)

«In the hood»