[Intro: Priest] Huh, huh, huh Money, drugs, and sex All in My In My In My In My Hood, yo, yo
[Killah What up little nigga, you smokin on? Only 14, product of a broken Out late, tryin to tell me that makin your livin Tryin to see how weed you can take in your system Indeed, take out the seeds, then he finished his Askin me what I believe, have I ever Type of niggas talk about when they get high out, hazy eye, lettin days go by Bullshittin one another with the old lies Tryin hard not to show all that pain Saw the clouds turnin black an angel died Preacher said you a curse if you 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 days, ain't no sun rays gun plays, in My Hood
[Chorus: Killah (Amber Alexis)] In My (What you see is tragedy) In My (The peace can be) In My Hood (Look around and me you're free) In My Hood (Come me to My Hood) In My (Look around at what you see) In My (Tragedy, in My Hood) (Look around and tell me free) (Come me to My Hood)
Priest] We've got Powerules and Damo and El Rukas, in feudin, the 60's movement The death of Newton, the resurrection of X students The revolution, is rebel music The other day a young lady threw her of the roof an' Six niggas died from homicide and shootins My mom just went of the loose 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, the immortal words of Jeff Thor To do us all, the sets I recall, til we rest in the morgue From the of Larry Huger, to the tribes of Judah We live our lives through ya, in My
[Killah 'cause there's a Cold War And inside waitin on their road call When friends, dies niggas ride for their dogs Don't know why we all cry when the fall Yo, we got comin home from doin a bid ya crib, with you and ya rib, is how a few of us live The is always in dept, feel the heartaches of stress Can't argue 'cause God the test I hear oldies OG's who grow old tea Some OD in doorways, out in for four days It's that all day We gat 60's, for over 50's in the windy cities Latin Kings, Queens Spanish cobras, of shoulders, families of soldiers 40 busters, 4 corner From side, to Bed-Stuy in fiestas in neckties, Wepa Essays, and with hydraulics is God Knowledge Spinned it down for the hood, all good In My
[Outro: Priest] all good in My Hood