Fabolous Lyrics

Album: Real Talk

In My Hood Lyrics

[Chorus]

 When you grow up in my hood

 Help don't show up in my hood

 Gang signs go up in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood

 Feel like I'm trapped in my hood

 Young kids get clapped in my hood

 That's why I'm strapped in my hood, just cuz you in..my..hood

 In..my..hood, in my hood, in my hood

 

 [Verse 1: Fabolous]

 I'm always close to..

 Feeling like a corner stander, stoop sitter, or hallway post-er

 No matter where I go it's always 'posed to, feel just like I'm (in my hood)

 Cops drive in it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists'

 Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist

 But I know.. it ain't the same in they town

 And as fucked up as it may sound (in my hood)

 It's 2 ways to make it happen off the streets

 Balling on the courts or rapping off the beats

 You hear the shells tappin' off the 'crete, when they clappin' off the heat

 Then the yellow tape's trappin off the street

 But that's the way we was raised

 Preying to God, hoping that he keep us out the way of them strays

 

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 [Verse 2: Fabolous]

 They drink 'til the cups dry, eat 'til the plate's clean

 Niggaz be in state greens 'fore they turn 18

 'Round here you never let the beef slide twice

 Everybody raised on 4 wings and beef fried rice

 Them mothers are getting younger today

 Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way

 We don't have role models

 But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my hood)

 Ain't no diplomas or degrees

 But you can get high from the aroma of the trees (in my hood)

 I know it like navigation, and fuck having patience

 I'ma get mine, you better get yours, cuz everyday is a struggle

 And One-Time ride through everyday just to bug you

 That's how it is, cuz your rights be wrong

 And everybody got a white T on, when you're in..my..hood

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3: Fab]

 We try to make the most of what we got

 You either been hit, or been close to gettin shot (in my hood)

 Any nigga that boast be getting got

 And dopeheads fiend to get a dose of what we got

 And young niggaz be like they slow

 But you give them a blunt..bet they roll the weed like a pro

 If you trick it's not a problem it gets you laid

 But if you stick without a condom, it gets you AIDS

 No Sesame Street, kids watch BET

 Look up to niggaz that don't got a GED

 I know a dude with the deadbeat tag

 Kids don't got diapers but he ridin' in the red G-Wag'

 In the hood, you and your beef is sure to bump heads

 And everybody grew up sleepin on bunk beds

 They telling me to vote..and I would

 If it made a change in my hood..mu'fucka.

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Fab talks 'til the end]