In tha Hood - Trae Tha Truth, J2, Yung Redd

In the hood, nigga ain’t a damn thang changed

Still ducking from the cops, staying out of they range

In the hood, niggas on the grind for change

Same shit different day, nigga stay in ya lane

In the hood, nigga ain’t a damn thang changed

Still thugging on the block, pushing rocks for days

In the hood, niggas trying hard to maintain

And if you disrespect the game, niggas heat up your brain

In the hood, nigga it be real in the field

Fly shit up out the mouth, will be enough to get killed

You either stunting or ya broke, when ya enter the dub

Too many thugs on the block, will lead to multiple slugs

I push a whip with a clip, on the side of my seat

I gotta get it how it come, on the block without sleep

I rep the H to the fullest, till I lay in a grave

In the lab full time, working harder than slaves

K shots’ll leave stains, on a nigga for days

I pop the trunk hit the set, swang in multiple ways

With a pack and a sack, the same color as glaze

In a click full of killers, on another page

You prolly wondering why we grind, I don’t know why

Get rid of mine, ery’time them laws roll by

I need mine, work the block like a 9 to 5

I spend my day sunnyside, on 3−65

Wait a minute pimping, ain’t spending 'less I get it back

But we ain’t pumping for nothing, hustling to get a stack

I talk it I live it, it’s vivid yeah I witnessed that

I ain’t forgot where I came, watch how them niggas act

Bout round here, you don’t feel like I feel

Til you live how we live, then it is what it is yeah

This time, I’m on a whole 'nother feel

Back 7−4-5, with the same color wheels in the hood

I’m in the hood in the house, in the kitchen

Trying to whip up sticks, roach niggas all up in my mix

Known D-dealer, front back and three wheeler

Trying to keep my khakis creased, copping ki’s of killa

Banged out, from my belt to my strings

Bandana on hang, like it ain’t no thang

I post up in the hot spot, pull them rocks out

A-1 got my dopefiends, half way knocked out

Lil' Boss I’m on that West A, doing it the best way

Hit one switch, I’m in the drop let it just lay

I put it down, for my H.G.C.'s

B-L double O-D's, making G’s shaking fleas

In the hood niggas jack, for a fresh set of three’s

Or dope dealing on the block, trying to get 'em some cheese

Nigga it’s raw, broke and ain’t got no cash

Well fuck that, I’m finna grab me a beam and a mask

And jack some’ing, motherfucker give me your bread

Before my finger get to itching, and I’m busting your head

Cause in the hood niggas bust, 'fore they give up they shit

So don’t come around here playing, you get dealt with bitch

And in the hood, niggas hate when you come through skating

It don’t matter what you riding, nigga swangas or daytons

Cause on the West, better watch it cause your partnas’ll get ya

These niggas be roaches, just hanging round waiting to get ya

In my hood, we have to snap necks for fun

It ain’t no coming at us barking, and we insufficient funds

I’m a go-getter, so I’ma bleed the block

Whether fifty packs or dime sacks, I’m working the block

Hiram-Clarke to Alameda, I be working my territory

Quick to shoot three, like my name was Robert Horry

Here’s a story, some nigga tried to come at me wrong

Got caught slipping, and bad news beat him back home

It ain’t no selling, to these unknown faces

And unknown places, cause laws trying to give out cases

Stay in houpes that be tinted up, trying to get it

Cause off in my hood, hating laws be up in it