Tales From The Hood

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It was '87
Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
Niggas getting it
Every block rise to perfection
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tomorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by sprinklers that never worked
All the way to the monkey bars, cross that line you got murked
That's other niggas territory had fiends in the cheese line
They told them fiends calm down, ten dollars each dime
They never scared of Po-Po, was only one patrol car
They wasn't up for crack and I was up on the chin of Pa
Watching hustlers with tinted cars, money making
But one kid was into taking
Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
Fort green he laid
First nigga I ever saw rocking dreads with a fade
Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
Dodging and running
The glare in his eyes told you something was comming
They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
Niggas so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
Stick-up niggas so thug they got pits with sick names
Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearing it
But he was regulating
A ghetto king, now he levatating
They say he smiled in his casket
This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic

Tales from the hood, trails of blood
But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

Yeah I'ma help you nigga, cause I see evil's calling you
Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other balling crews
Top of the world's all he views
A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
Fucking wit' me here's what I do
Try to sell your freedom I'm accustomed to
You could ball wit' me or get arrested too
It's easy to land where they dwell with the greasy hands
Twenty to L what's your plan take your grams
You bought you a Lexus, BBS spending Abrahams
Never learned your lesson, choose the right direction
Thin line from life and death and my man checked in
A motel, same one as a young G he know well
Crossed 'em on a coke sell then went on a run
But shorty got his old folks killed, yo he got 'em done
Nobody to run to, what succumb to
My nigga just wanted to eat, now he hunted on the street

Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Yeah it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
Though it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should

Little Gotti got down for his, let off seven rounds
The kid he hit is heaven bound if he's on the good list
Shorty who shot 'em ran knowing niggas would snitch
Five years passed he ain't been in the hood since
Shot this nigga over a hundred dollars, money, had borrowed
Time passed, on his birthday he couldn't afford a bottle
Least expected to see 'em, then he asked for his
Nigga said he don't got it, so he blast the kid
Escapes the scene, but he couldn't escape the dream
Or how the kid fell when bullets made it too late to scream
Seeing money's face staring at him
In black space feeling hands touching him
Wake up it got too much for him
Once liked to be alone
Until he started hearing groans and seeing things
Now it's time to go home
Niggas shocked to see him
Gave him respect what he was missing
All the way from VA his aunt yell "He hate to listen"
So he popped up, they gave him hugs, showed him love
Then he was reminded of that night when he sprayed all them slugs
He hanging like nothing happened, police grabbed him up
Now he seeing ghosts in the cell, they got him strapped up
Psycho ward, rest of his life injected Thorazine
Haunted memories in his mind of the murder scene

Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, understood?
Tales from the hood, trails of blood
The book of the dead, translated in thug language, you understood