Nastee - My Hood lyrics

[Intro: k**ah Priest] Huh, huh, huh Money, d**, and s** All in My Hood In My Hood In My Hood In My Hood, yo, yo [k**ah Priest] What up little n***a, 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 sh** n***as talk about when they get high Pa**ed out, hazy eye, lettin days go by Bullsh**tin 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 [Chorus: k**ah Priest (Amber Alexis)] 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) [k**ah Priest] We've got Pirus and P-Stones Damu and El-Rukn's, in Hell feudin, the 60's movement The d**h 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 n***as died from homicide and drug shootins My homey's mom just went of the loose end From d** 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 who*es, from the immortal words of Jeff Fort To d**h 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 Chorus [k**ah Priest] Cuz outside there's a Cold War And inside n***as waitin on their roll call When friends, dies n***as 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 Chorus [Outro: k**ah Priest] It's all good in My Hood