Lyrics Turk – For The Hood

Hook:
This one for the hood,
This one for the hood,
This one for the hood,

Verse 1:
For my niggas who ain’t never ever hashy,
We just ran up in a store and start to grab shit.
Young nigga, strapped with a gun, nigga,
Caught up in an L bleed, but instead that killed him.
Bounce in, trying to get a job, fuck the nine to five,
He just trying to get that bag served with some dash
Junkers’ every dope, hungry for the street,
He just selling pussy cocaine hopelessly,
Yeah, he’s still hustling.
And now you blame the nigga, cause that used to be me,
Yeah, I got my shit together and you can’t be me.
Get up on the brick, nigga, straight up on the blind shit,
I came for nothing when they label me a rich nigga.

Hook:
I’m from my place where the space craft,
Straight racks, straight drop,
Ray back, welcome to my hood,

Verse 2:
This one for HOOD, hood,
Blame it on the system why we misunderstood.
Out of town we are not team, yeah, our dreams get shattered,
Finger momma house, ulternate your life to the disaster.
Niggas gotta hustle when this boss, any means,
Stars turn to trap stars, gotta get the grind.
Rub cream, police, till the nigga get caught,
First time get probation, cause the hustlers ain’t thugs.
Caught up in the system but we don’t give a fuck,
Still thug and talking business, middle finger to the law.
Dance, motherfucker, jump district and turn it prosecute,
Turn to make it up, but we are no fucking lose.

Hook:
I’m from my place where the space craft,
Straight racks, straight drop,
Ray back, welcome to my hood,
Welcome to my hood, my hood, your hood.
Everybody got a hood, make it out if you could.
This one for Ohio, this one for LA, this one for Miami, this one for CA
This one for the hood, not many things to say.