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Текст песни Killah Priest - My Hood

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[Intro: Killah Priest]Huh, huh, huhMoney, drugs, and sexAll in My HoodIn My HoodIn My HoodIn My Hood, yo, yo[Killah Priest]What up little nigga, what you smokin on?Only 14, product of a broken homeOut late, tryin to tell me that you`re makin your livinTryin to see how much weed you can take in your systemIndeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his sentenceAskin me what I believe, have I ever repented?Type of shit niggas talk about when they get highPassed out, hazy eye, lettin days go byBullshittin one another with the same old liesTryin hard not to show all that pain insideSaw the clouds turnin black like an angel diedPreacher said you a curse if you don`t pay your tiesIt`s like that to the day that our loved ones dieLookin up at the sky, "Please sun come shine"But all we see is dark days, ain`t no sun raysOnly gun plays, in My Hood[Chorus: Killah Priest (Amber Alexis)]In My Hood (What you see is tragedy)In My Hood (The peace can be)In My Hood (Look around and tell me you`re 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 and tell me you`re free)(Come with me to My Hood)[Killah Priest]We`ve got Powerules and P-stonesDamo and El Rukas, in Hell feudin, the 60`s movementThe death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X studentsThe revolution, this is rebel musicThe other day a young lady threw her baby of the roof an`Six niggas died from homicide and drug shootinsMy homey`s mom just went of the loose end From drugs abusin, this is thug amusement Bloods and Crips, huggin the strips Lovin they clips, sittin on dubs in they whipsFolks, GD`s and vice lords, when night fallsBlack pimps and white whores, from the immortal words of Jeff ThorTo death do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgueFrom the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of JudahWe live our lives through ya, in My HoodChorus[Killah Priest]Cuz outside there`s a Cold WarAnd inside niggas waitin on their road callWhen friends, dies niggas ride for their road dogsDon`t know why we all cry when the soul fallYo, we got uncles comin home from doin a bidMovin ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us liveThe rest is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stressCan`t argue cuz God makes the test I hear oldies from OG`s who grow old teaSome OD in doorways, out in cold for four daysIt`s like that all dayWe gat rollin 60`s, for over 50`sTriple-oh`s in the windy citiesLatin Kings, Manhattan Queens Spanish cobras, band of shoulders, families of soldiers40 busters, 4 corner hustlers From west side, to Bed-Stuy Neathas in fiestas in neckties, WepaEssays, and Chevy`s with hydraulicsThis is God KnowledgeSpinned it down for the hood, it`s all goodIn My HoodChorus[Outro: Killah Priest]It`s all good in My Hood

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