Joe Budden - Hood (Remix) lyrics

[Verse One] [Sheek Louch]: In my hood we run around with that thing thing Sheek let it ring ring Whatever, we don't care about Sing Sing Or no kind of federal bing bing And they feel the same thing, so picture me without my pump Matter of fact, I can't picture you, getting the jump Pulling up and I ain't immediately getting it crunk Uh, dope heads and all that, the jails are jammed in We got the second crime rate next to Camden Motherf**er High speed chases, every blucka blucka Same dress code, black Chuckas Sheek and Stimuli, we seen the inner city cry Little n***as flagging and they don't know why Til a real Blood or Crip come and kiss them goodbye And I know it's ignorant, but f** it, we stay high And I don't expect you to know what I mean All you seen on the screen was Cosby show and think you know Motherf**er [Hook] [Sha Stimuli]: I'm on the street where the deals going down I'm on the road taking trips out of town I'm on the corner by the neighborhood deli Bring beef, spray shots leave your neighborhood smelly, whoa! I'm in your whip when you're turning up your system I'm the weed you smoke, the liquor that you sipping I'm in every strip club Every basketball court I'm the center of attention in every barbershop talk I'm in the hood [Verse Two] [Sha Stimuli]: I'm in the H double O D where the fiends just might OD And there's still some that owe me In my hood people know me As the one, and only, dude who spit like he's holy But will still leave you holy if you wanna come approach me Look From slap boxing to gat co*king on back blocks and rap got People believing that this their last shot To leave the hood, you take the littlest kids Ask them what they wanna do...they either dribble or they spit Where it's fast food everywhere Girls resemble women, where mothers are starting younger and baby fathers are missing Where we complain about hunger, while there's humans that's starving Where the cops are k**ing brothers, we be boosting and robbing Where the parents feel the stress from having too many problems Where you gotta check your protection now, they bootlegging condoms sh** You see I was hood before I got a deal I'm real after, I rap but this is how I feel From where dudes do whatever for a dollar bill Guess we in a black Real World, call it College Hill I seen this youngin say he'd rather go to jail Then to try to go to Yale and I know just how he feels So you catch us by the bodega with Henny straight and no chaser I get a standing ovation, my joints in heavy rotation I feel like heads just be hating because I'm too good I told you why I'm over your head n***a I'm too hood, y'all don't get it [Hook] [Sha Stimuli]: I'm on the street where the deals going down I'm on the road taking trips out of town I'm on the corner by the neighborhood deli Bring beef, spray shots leave your neighborhood smelly, whoa! I'm in your whip when you're turning up your system I'm the weed you smoke, the liquor that you sipping I'm in every strip club Every basketball court I'm the center of attention in every barbershop talk I'm in the hood [Verse Three] [Joe Budden]: If you not familiar might need a little preparation Duck when the lead is spraying, six degrees of separation Sent a quiet message to the board of education Dropped out, got a little bored with education Smoke weed for recreation or for meditation Cops come we just tell 'em that it's for medication Some people promised us they'd be back, left us aiding Either they changed they mind or had other endeavors waiting We're telling cops I got no license or no registration But they ain't hesitating, now they start the pepper spraying Uh, I gotta leave it's in God's will If music don't take me out, I know God will From where we all rap but everybody won't succeed Some will, the one's we won't believe You can try fame, it's a crying shame The value of life is that of a nice chain or dice game Lose limbs over Timbs or a pair of rims Some people are born to lose, some are scared to win Daddy ain't around, way too many single moms Got the strip to hold it down, singles in they palms Never mind healthcare, we need help here Not Section 8, unemployment or Welfare Notice the guns, p**y and d** they sell here Look around homie, you a long way from Bel Aire [Hook] [Sha Stimuli]: I'm on the street where the deals going down I'm on the road taking trips out of town I'm on the corner by the neighborhood deli Bring beef, spray shots leave your neighborhood smelly, whoa! I'm in your whip when you're turning up your system I'm the weed you smoke, the liquor that you sipping I'm in every strip club Every basketball court I'm the center of attention in every barbershop talk I'm in the hood