In the Hood
Wu‐Tang Clan Lyrics

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.
We are about to tell you a story that took place at a trading outpost called Red Clay Village, located on the border of the North and South.

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, 'fore we break a f, listen Tryin' to tell y'all niggas, 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!
We're warning you to get back before we hurt you, because you must not understand who we are. We'd rather give you a chance to live, but if you don't get out of our way, we'll hurt you.

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 niggas better rock y'all hoodies
We're getting ready to perform, so turn up the music and get ready. We're representing our neighborhood, and we want everyone to wear their hoodies with pride.

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, 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, 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 Pussy hole testin', in the hood Got the word from the hood rat, shorty on the wood Murder, bad boy ya block off ah Murder, rude boy ya pop off ah Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' dem ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying, me say murder
We're speaking about life in the hood, where stealing, violence, and drugs are rampant. We need to stop killing our own people and keep the violence contained in our neighborhood. We're proud of our home, Brooklyn, even though there are gangsters, murderers, and drug dealers around. We speak in code, do everything by our own rules, and aren't afraid to hold guns. Despite the violence, we're still capable of intelligence and learning. However, there is also a darker side to the hood, where people are killed and even children are born addicted to drugs. We have to be tough to survive in the hood, but it's a hard and dangerous life that we know we can't escape.

Hey 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, niggas put twenty 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 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 'Llac, in the hood African's 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 [Repeat: x2]
We continue to describe all aspects of life in the hood, from violence and crime to poverty and drugs. We don't have much, so we rely on each other and our own strength to survive. We're not afraid to put our lives on the line and make tough decisions every day. However, we also know that some of our own people are the ones causing problems, and we need to work together to stop the violence. Life in the hood may be rough, but we're proud of where we come from and won't let anyone put us down.