For the Hood
[Intro - Stic]
Goin’ out to the block, come on
All the homies in front of the liquor store
Little girls jumpin’ rope
Grandmas hanging out the windows
All the hustlas tryin’ to get that dough
The whole hood
Walk with me
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore
[Verse 1 - Stic]
I seen the pigs harassing this little kid on my block
So I stopped my car and jumped out like why not
What y’all doin’ to that man I’m sayin’
Them handcuffs too tight for his hands, at least pull up his pants
Undercover van jumped out on ‘im, he shoulda ran
They talkin’ about they had something in his hand
Then them crackers tried to intimidate me
They even threatened to arrest me
But I’m thinking to myself these motherfuckers can’t touch me
Plus I know my rights, and I’m lookin’ out for his
I got a right to stand on this block, this is where I live
I’m stayin’ right here, folks start crowdin’ around
Niggas at the liquor store seen it all go down
They say police been on the creep , all this week
Doin’ sweeps grabbin’ anybody standing on the street
And we outnumber these motherfuckers a hundred to one
They think they can’t get it cuz they got a badge and a gun
But then, little man’s mom came downstairs
She was screamin’ on them crazy when she seen her son in tears
We’ve been goin’ through this same bullshit for years
Livin’ in fear, you have no fuckin’ idea
What it’s like to be the prey, all day, every day
Don’t want minds to grow up and catch the same way
So I stayed until the lil’ homie got released on the spot
It felt good to see the hood push police off the block
Cuz the…
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore
[Verse 2 - M-1]
It was a hot day, record hot, hundred degrees
Niggas irritated and broke, perfect for summer beef
Franklin Avenue crews, wore wifebeaters and brews
Then my homie’s sister came through with the bad news
Niggas threw on they shoes with straps ready to move
My nigga Ryder got cut because of his shoes
On Washington Avenue, where niggas don’t like blue
And if niggas don’t know you then niggas don’t like you
But I know them niggas too, yeah they know the rules
Why I gotta come to the tools before we catch dues
And since I be comin’ through, I'mma see what it’s bout’
Check it out, if I see a spark, imam put it out
By the time I arrived, it was live, the war was on
I’ve seen blazed hands into shirts, I knew where it was goin’
So I threw my hands up, tried to reason with them soldiers
Blood was in they eyes and they was shoulder to shoulder
(?) that’s a nigga in jail, not to mention another nigga up in the white man’s hell
They said, move out the way before somethin’ happen to you
Call me crazy or brave, I said do what you gots to do
Yeah, we quick to retaliate when the enemy us
But when it’s pigs on the block I don’t see nobody bust
Yeah, we quick to retaliate when the enemy us
But when it’s pigs on the block I don’t see nobody bust
Word up
[Outro]
These are the hard facts, time for the hood to uprise
We gotta organize ourselves, we gotta mobilize
But there can’t be no confusion, ‘bout our collective solutions
If not for ourselves than for our kids, cuz we know who our enemy is
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore
For the Hood
[Intro - Stic]
Goin’ out to the block, come on
All the homies in front of the liquor store
Little girls jumpin’ rope
Grandmas hanging out the windows
All the hustlas tryin’ to get that dough
The whole hood
Walk with me
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore
[Verse 1 - Stic]
I seen the pigs harassing this little kid on my block
So I stopped my car and jumped out like why not
What y’all doin’ to that man I’m sayin’
Them handcuffs too tight for his hands, at least pull up his pants
Undercover van jumped out on ‘im, he shoulda ran
They talkin’ about they had something in his hand
Then them crackers tried to intimidate me
They even threatened to arrest me
But I’m thinking to myself these motherfuckers can’t touch me
Plus I know my rights, and I’m lookin’ out for his
I got a right to stand on this block, this is where I live
I’m stayin’ right here, folks start crowdin’ around
Niggas at the liquor store seen it all go down
They say police been on the creep , all this week
Doin’ sweeps grabbin’ anybody standing on the street
And we outnumber these motherfuckers a hundred to one
They think they can’t get it cuz they got a badge and a gun
But then, little man’s mom came downstairs
She was screamin’ on them crazy when she seen her son in tears
We’ve been goin’ through this same bullshit for years
Livin’ in fear, you have no fuckin’ idea
What it’s like to be the prey, all day, every day
Don’t want minds to grow up and catch the same way
So I stayed until the lil’ homie got released on the spot
It felt good to see the hood push police off the block
Cuz the…
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore
[Verse 2 - M-1]
It was a hot day, record hot, hundred degrees
Niggas irritated and broke, perfect for summer beef
Franklin Avenue crews, wore wifebeaters and brews
Then my homie’s sister came through with the bad news
Niggas threw on they shoes with straps ready to move
My nigga Ryder got cut because of his shoes
On Washington Avenue, where niggas don’t like blue
And if niggas don’t know you then niggas don’t like you
But I know them niggas too, yeah they know the rules
Why I gotta come to the tools before we catch dues
And since I be comin’ through, I'mma see what it’s bout’
Check it out, if I see a spark, imam put it out
By the time I arrived, it was live, the war was on
I’ve seen blazed hands into shirts, I knew where it was goin’
So I threw my hands up, tried to reason with them soldiers
Blood was in they eyes and they was shoulder to shoulder
(?) that’s a nigga in jail, not to mention another nigga up in the white man’s hell
They said, move out the way before somethin’ happen to you
Call me crazy or brave, I said do what you gots to do
Yeah, we quick to retaliate when the enemy us
But when it’s pigs on the block I don’t see nobody bust
Yeah, we quick to retaliate when the enemy us
But when it’s pigs on the block I don’t see nobody bust
Word up
[Outro]
These are the hard facts, time for the hood to uprise
We gotta organize ourselves, we gotta mobilize
But there can’t be no confusion, ‘bout our collective solutions
If not for ourselves than for our kids, cuz we know who our enemy is
[Hook]
It’s the congressman, and the policeman
And the businessman, working hand in hand
And the way they play, we don’t have a chance
Gotta give my life in my own black hands
Because I can’t take it anymore