I Am The Hood

"**I Am The Hood**" is a song included on Free Music: The Myspace Collection.

## Lyrics

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It's your boy, Lil B
And I'mma speak for the hood
I'm not talking bout the people
But I'm talking as if I am the hood
Check me out

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Most shit's so real I can't even explain
I'mma talk for the block, the block's speakin in pain
People walking on my face, drug dealers in vain
Cars driving on my heart, people spittin on me
Every time the Earth shake is when your feeling me speak
I don't try and talk too much, but the feeling is deep
Things I see every day make me crack open
Dope dealers sell rocks, say the crack open
I done watch em grow up claimin West Oakland
People building houses on my stomach
Not enough structure so sometimes I vomit
Break the house slowly, not stable enough
Young thug kill his friend cuz he's jealous and dumb
I done watched him rape girls cuz they handed him a gun
Blood splatter on my face, now my face is numb
Yeah, now my face is numb...

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Police comin by with the tape and cameras
Lost too many men to the tape and cameras
You would think how many died, it would set an example
But nobody even cared, just another example
Pour liquor on my legs, cuz his partner's dead
Used to play with the white, now it's liquor instead
One dude named Dwight had a car, he drove on me
Every time he rolled up, see his partners roll on em
I could tell they didn't like that he was driving a Benz
Fake friends always hate when you driving to win
Dwight picked em up, let em get in the ride
Let em in the back seat to slow the feeling inside
He ain't tryin to stunt on em, worked hard for his ride
Plus he wanted to show the leather and the heatin inside
They ain't understand the grind, they just seen his ride
Then they shot him in the neck just for being inside
They was friends for ten years, but they greedy inside
Dwight fell out the car, he was bleedin and died
They tried to switch the plate and the color of the Benz
So they could stunt in front of hoes, show the money that they spent
And drove to the East for an even exchange
When the cops pulled up, wasn't even exchanged
Pulled em out the stolen car with the murderers weapon
Said "you finna go to jail with the murderers blessing"
Every day is something, the weather doesn't help it
The heat make em pop off shots like B. Celtics
Boston, every hood always see the flossin
See the coke bosses, credit card bosses
Bein in the hood, I done travelled to this loss and
Being on the turf, I had to see em kill for colors
Watchin baby mothers without baby fathers
The kids on my soul, they walking on my fortress
Sitting on they porches, looking at surroundings
Never bring em down but the sun is coming down and
Gun shots rang when the last sun sleep so
I ain't never cried, last time it was a hail storm
Maybe it's an earthquake, better yet a snow storm
If you get mad, everything that you know warm
Only in the hood, nobody ever watch it
No money in it, so it's negative in profit
I need construction workers, only my doctors
And city council gave me a couple more options
If I keep cracking, they was gone fix me
I speak for the block, the rest of it was history
Lil Boss

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Naw meen, man, it's Lil B for Lil Boss
All I can say, man, is
I feel like I'm the hood, man, naw meen?
Just seeing
I feel like I'm the ground, like everything in it
Just watchin so many things, seeing so many things
So many things go down here, man, naw meen?
But it's like a picture, man
Abstract art or somethin, you feel me?
Just look at it from the directors point of view
Something I can show you
Show us, too
This is real Based
Basedworld
Lil B for Lil Boss, rawest rapper alive
twitter.com/LilBTheBasedGod
I did this for the hood, man
Everybody around the hood, everybody that knows what's good
I need y'all to just pay attention to me one time
Put your motherfuckin hands in the air, Lil B is here
Lil B for Lil Boss is here
Did this for the motherfucking block, my block
Man, I did this for the fuckin block, my block
Kids around the world, this is yours
The same shit goes on in my hood
Shit, guns and wood
We got guns and jugs, you feel me?
Guns and crack
Guns and money
Guns and smack, you feel me?
But none of that matters
God bless the hood, man, I speak for the block

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