My Hood - Killah Priest

Huh, huh, huh

Money, drugs, and sex

All in My Hood

In My Hood

In My Hood

In My Hood, yo, yo

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 sayin you a curse if you don’t pay your tithes

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 plagues, in My Hood

In My Hood (Look around, what you see? Tragedy)

In My Hood (The place to be, in My Hood)

In My Hood (Look around try to be 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 to be free)

(Come with me to My Hood)

We’ve got Pirus and P-Stones

Damu and El-Rukn's, 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 end

Six niggas died from homicide and drug shootins

My homey’s mom just went of the loose end

From drugs abusin, this is thug amusin

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 Fort

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

From the pilgrimage of Larry Hoover, to the Tribes of Judah

We live our lives through ya, in My Hood

Cuz outside there’s a Cold War

And inside niggas waitin on their roll 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

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

The rest is always in debt, feel with heartaches and stress

Can’t argue cuz God makes the test

I hear oldies from OG’s who go OT

Some OD in doorways, out cold for four days

It’s like that all day

We gat rollin 60's, foldin 50's

Triple-O's in the Windy City

Latin Kings, Manhattan Queens

Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers

40 busters, 4 corner hustlers

From west side, to Bed-Stuy

Neta’s in fiestas in neckties, Wepa

Ese, and Chevy’s with hydraulics

This is God Knowledge

Spin it down for the hood, it’s all good

In My Hood

It’s all good in My Hood