Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hood Crazy , by - Blaq Poet. Song from the album The Blaqprint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.07.2009
Record label: Year Round
Song language: English
Hood Crazy |
| Yo son man the motherfucking hood is crazy son |
| Niggas be wilding, yo |
| Bitches be acting up |
| Niggas don’t want to listen |
| Let me tell you something |
| Little niggas running around with big ass guns and shit |
| Police is killing us left and right |
| It’s just fucking crazy |
| «Hit me» |
| I went down last night watching these two chicks fight |
| One had a shank, one had a knife, they was going for life |
| Yo, I can’t front, light skin had a fatty |
| But the chocolate one mad she fucked her baby daddy |
| These bitches making it hot, I’m starting to get mad |
| But I ain’t breaking it up, I ain’t trying to get stabbed |
| So I pulled out the 3 pound and bust off some shots |
| For one second they stopped and took it from the top |
| Now I got to breeze 'cause here come police |
| They’re watching from the rooftop, now they’re on me |
| The gun still hot, smoke coming out the barrel |
| Passed it off to my man and disappeared to the shadows |
| Made it all the way to the crib, changed my clothes |
| For an hour, laid low, and I’m back on the go |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, got to move these bricks |
| This is life in the hood, no movie shit |
| The hood is crazy straight like that |
| Got the cops running around with yellow tape like brats |
| The hood is crazy, trust me when I tell ya |
| Getting chased by wild wolves one these niggas smell ya |
| I tried to school shorty, tried to tell him to listen |
| I know your family, they’re Christian, you ain’t got the thug vision |
| Plus, you ain’t even old enough to buy a beer |
| So take my advice and get the fuck out of here |
| Or do you want to be gangster and get what a gangster gets |
| Look in the mirror, nigga, you’re not 50 Cent |
| Don’t be a fool, stay in school, don’t do drugs |
| Little nigga looking at me like «you bugged? |
| How you gon' tell me what to do? |
| I learned the shit by looking out the window at you» |
| I said, «alright», that moment, my heart turned black |
| Looked him in the eyes and told him «You can’t turn back |
| You are now, M.T.M., married to the mob |
| Any kind of street shit, no running to your moms |
| Just handle your business and don’t be a baby |
| And remember when I told you that the hood is fucking crazy» |
| Late night, crack fights, niggas throw dice |
| Broad daylight, on the scene, chicken, wings, and rice |
| Motherfuckers don’t care if it’s hot or cold |
| Motherfuckers don’t care if it rains or snow |
| Some want to powder their nose, some hit the pipe |
| Some some the haze, drink Henny all night |
| Some don’t do nothing, they just hang with the click |
| Those are the ones that mostly get innocently hit |
| The hood is crazy, you better believe it |
| Three hundred pound niggas turning all anemic |
| Welcome to hell, it’s hell on earth, bad to worse |
| It’s like being in the desert and you’re dying from thirst |
| A young mother gives birth, she ain’t ready, it hurts |
| Dump the baby in the dumpster and she gone on the first |
| I saw on the news, I saw the little tiny hearse |
| But all I can do is under my breath, curse («shit») |
| «In the hood» |