[Intro: Killah Huh, huh, huh Money, drugs, and sex All in My In My In My In My Hood, yo, yo
Priest] What up little nigga, what you on? Only 14, of a broken home Out late, tryin to tell me that makin your livin Tryin to see how much weed you can take in system Indeed, take out the seeds, then he his sentence Askin me I believe, have I ever repented? of shit niggas talk about when they get high Passed out, hazy eye, days go by Bullshittin one with the same old lies Tryin hard not to all that pain inside Saw the clouds turnin black an angel died Preacher said you a if you don't pay your ties like that to the day that our loved ones die Lookin up at the sky, "Please sun shine" But all we see is dark days, no sun rays Only gun plays, in My
[Chorus: Killah (Amber Alexis)] In My (What you see is tragedy) In My Hood (The can be) In My Hood (Look and tell me you're free) In My (Come with me to My Hood) In My Hood (Look at what you see) In My (Tragedy, in My Hood) (Look and tell me you're free) (Come me to My Hood)
[Killah got Powerules and P-stones Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement The death of Newton, the resurrection of Clarence X The revolution, this is music The other day a young lady threw her baby of the an' Six niggas died from homicide and drug My homey's mom just went of the end From drugs abusin, this is amusement Bloods and Crips, the strips they clips, sittin on dubs in they whips Folks, GD's and vice lords, night falls Black pimps and white whores, from the immortal of Jeff Thor To death do us all, the I recall, til we rest in the morgue From the pilgrimage of Larry Huger, to the tribes of We live our lives ya, in My Hood
[Killah 'cause outside there's a War And inside niggas waitin on road call When friends, dies niggas for their road dogs Don't know why we all cry when the soul Yo, we got comin home from doin a bid Movin ya crib, you and ya rib, is how a few of us live The rest is always in dept, feel the of stress Can't argue 'cause God makes the I hear from OG's who grow old tea Some OD in doorways, out in for four days It's like all day We gat rollin 60's, for 50's Triple-oh's in the windy Latin Kings, Queens Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers 40 busters, 4 hustlers From west side, to Neathas in in neckties, Wepa Essays, and with hydraulics This is God Spinned it down for the hood, it's all In My
[Outro: Priest] It's all in My Hood