People In My Hood - Masta Ace Incorporated

Welcome to the ghetto radio

Where the people be living kinda low

So you better not slow

Or ya might catch the B-O

These are the people in my neighbourhood

These are the people in my hood

These are the people in my neighbourhood

And most of them are up to no good

Let’s take a walk through my hood

Where that phrase «it's all good»

Don’t apply, although I wish it could

In thickness the shit is real

Come and get a feel of the raw deals

See that nigga running with the steel?

His name is KK and back in the day

He was a star running-back

Plus he ran track

He could’ve been the next Walter Payton

But wait an' watch him go and stick that lady up and start skatin'

And see that sister with the weave down her back?

That’s Priscilla, she be drinkin' Miller by the pack

Her brother’s name is June but he caught a slug in his spine right here

Now he rolls a wheelchair

And there’s Mrs Robinson («aight, you?»)

That’s my man mom, she make the slam beef stew

And there go Joe Slim who wears a green brim

And drives a green Cadillac with a spare on the back

And that there’s Zak, who’s the crack maniac

He’ll put a gun to your head just to get his habits fed

And there’s Betty-May, who come out every day

In Houser shoes and Golas

Pushing her babies in the strollers

There go Petey who be all in the books

A’s in every class, never had a piece o' ass

Then we got the twins who drive the same Benz

And got the same 10s and 20s in their pockets and their skins

Be sweatin' em, 'cause they know they got the double mint

And not the kind you chew, but I think you kinda knew

That’s Tina Parker, much darker than her sis

That’s because her moms is a fuckin' snake, hiss

Nobody in the family is dark except she

And the UPS man with the long delivery

And Jesse, he’s the neighbourhood Cinderella

And when the fella be walkin' you can tell a

Whole lotta sugar’s in his core

Feed the soft, he be hittin' off

He heads fresh home from up North

Gee, that’s Mr Johnson, and that’s Ms Thompson

Both of them are married, but not to each other

Watch how they smother each other

With kisses, hugs, feels, and squeezes

Oh my sweet Jesus!

These are the people from the Get Ready-o

In other words the Ghetto

Crema muletto

It’s much worse than it looks and so is my hood

When 'nuff folks is up to no good

These are the people in my neighbourhood

These are the people in my hood

These are the people in my neighbourhood

And most of them are up to no good

These are the people in my neighbourhood

These are the people in my hood

These are the people in my neighbourhood

And most of them are up to no good

Just lookin' outta the window, I’m spyin'

Wit' my eye an' the odds’re see niggas dyin'

Like Jimmy Jones when they get two chocolate cones

But all shorty got was a few broken bones

'Cause he wanted to eat too quick

And stepped out in the street too quick

And got hit by this chick named Anna Cruz

Who drinks so many brews

She couldn’t walk straight or talk straight and made the news

Like Tamitha Smith, who used to like The Smiths

And getting mad loaded 'til her fuckin' heart exploded

Damn, a cardiac arrest at 16

But let me speak a bit about some more shit I seen

They found a little girl in building number four

Who had her panties to her ankles and her blood on the floor

Maybe it’s because I’m nosey but I sho' see

A whole lotta shit takin' place in my face

That’s Mr Jackson who grabbed his axe an'

Gave chase to a basehead who broke into his shed

And when they caught 'im, he taught 'im

A very valuable education

Split his wig no hesitation

Ten thousand bullets, five thousand guns

Five thousand triggers, one thousand sons

Eight hundred mothers, ten million tears

Twelve hundred caskets, four million beers

Poured on the ground for the individuals that didn’t make it

I don’t think that I can take it

'Cause nowadays folks be livin' like the dreads on Medusa

It’s kinda hard to get used ta

These are the people in my neighbourhood

These are the people in my hood

These are the people in my neighbourhood

And most of them are up to no good

These are the people in my neighbourhood

These are the people in my hood

These are the people in my neighbourhood

And most of them are up to no good