Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Streetlife, Suga Bang Bang
Album:  Iron Flag
Song:   In the Hood
Typed by: zaggin4efil@hotmail.com, Tha Masta

[kung fu movie sample]
"The story you are about to see
 occured along the main training root
 on the border between the North and South.
 On a small outpost called Red Crane Village."

[Intro: RZA]
We need ya help just to break this shit
Huh? Uh!

[RZA]
What the fuck y'all niggas 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, before we break a fuck.. listen
Tryin' to tell y'all niggas, give you a fair warnin'
Just a chance to live, to see ya kids
Yo son naw, before I split ya wig
I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat
So now you got to FEEL IT!!

*beat changes*

[Intro: Masta Killa]
Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck
You know how we do it +In the Hood+
Yo, yea, exactly
Yeah, turn that mic up
Yo

[Masta Killa]
Y'all niggas better rock y'all hoodies
Take money snatch jewelry, +In the Hood+
We find the best woman lookin' good
Diamonds shitty, polishin'
In my hood, all the gunshots lethal
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 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+, eighty proof
Get my dick sucked on the roof, of the projects
Dice game in the park, blunt session after dark
Movin' with the Wesson
Bump into the God, we build and drop a lesson
Pussy hoe testin', +In the Hood+
Got the word from the hood rat, shorty on the wood

[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Murder
Bad boy will gun cocked will murder
Rude boy with gun cocked will murder
Nine millimeter meant to murder
No time for talk when we murder
Any man I'll talk 'bout will murder
Bawty killer with gun cocked and yin yin yin yin yin
Murder!

[Inspectah Deck]
Eh-yo, we boys +In the Hood+
Big bad wolves +In the Hood+
It ain't all good, pass the goods
Deep in the project halls, rainin' or shine
Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs
+In the Hood+, niggas put twenty on Hoopties
Four heads, one 40 OZ and a Lucy
And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip
And roll thick, go 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 in +In the Hood+
For project chicks with hits and slim waists
For five dollar plates apartment Six-Eights
O.G, I spit G to the young ones
I keep it +In the Hood+ that's where I come from

[Chorus]

[Streetlife]
This is a place where thugs is born, +In the Hood+
Bling too long ya life is gone, +In the Hood+
Convicts still live with they moms
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm
+In the Hood+, crack fiend'll furnish ya lab
+In the Hood+, Africans be drivin' pads
+In the Hood+, in the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangstas, on the block with cocked
+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, within me you stood

[Chorus x2]

*sounds of kung fu fighting*