Lyrics:

'The story you're about to see, occured along the main

trading route, on the border between the North and South..

at a small outpost called Red Clay Village.'



[RZA]

What the fuck y'all niggaz 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 niggaz, 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!!



{*beat changes*



[Masta Killa]

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 niggaz better rock y'all hoodies

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, niggaz 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

Pussyhole testin, in the hood

Got the word from the hoodrat, shorty on the wood



[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]

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



[Inspectah Deck]

Ay 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, niggaz 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



[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]

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



[Streetlife]

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



[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]

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