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    Tales From The Hood

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    [Verse 1]
    It was '87
    Crack money was "Ghetto Heaven"
    Niggaz gettin' it
    Every block rise to perfection
    Green tops, boulders and bottles
    Soldiers who follow leaders
    You owed 'em dollars
    Know that tommorrow 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 niggaz 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 makin'
    But one kid was into takin'
    Had dreadlocks wasn't Jamaican
    Fort green he laid
    First nigga I ever saw rockin' dreads with a fade
    Lead he sprayed on the corners in my hood
    Dodgin' and runnin'
    The glare in his eyes told you somethin' was commin'
    They went to war, Godbless Rita, got shot by mistake
    Niggaz got knocked by them Jakes
    Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch, screams in rage
    Niggaz so thugs got pits rocking thick chains
    Stick-up niggaz so thug they got pits with sick names
    Clicks got bigger, extortion cats wasn't hearin' it
    But he was regulatin'
    A ghetto king, now he levatatin'
    They say he smiled in his casket
    This ends the first chapter of another Nas classic
    [Chorus: x2]
    Tales from the hood, trails of blood
    But it's all good, try to stay alive like we all should
    [Verse 2]
    Yeah I'ma help you nigga, cause I see evil's callin' you
    Sick thoughts make you wanna take Ki's from other ballin' crews
    Top of the world's all he views
    A puff of weed, nothing but greed don't live by the rules
    Fuckin' 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 spendin' 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
    [Chorus]
    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
    [Verse 3]
    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 niggaz 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 starin' at him
    In black space feelin' hands touchin' him
    Wake up it got too much for him
    Once liked to be alone
    Until he started hearin' groans and seein' things
    Now it's time to go home
    Niggaz shocked to see him
    Gave him respect what he was missin'
    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 hangin' like nuttin' happened, police grabbed him up
    Now he seein' 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
    [Chorus]
    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
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