[Timbo King]

Yo, inside a hood, they are fiends

Young teens, wanna look like the magazines, O.G.'s with M-16's

Hear the story, later, upstairs, a baby's cryin'

Cuz her mom's upstairs fryin', I'm outside

With the lions, and the timberwolves, stalk the streets

Gorilla beast heaters on, fitted on

It's dark and gloomy, three pigs on a duty

It's not a fable, it's hood lullabye, where the brothers die



[Hell Razah]

Project playgrounds, death singin' nursery songs

Built a school on the cemetary, for your new born

From the cradle to the casket, or in a straight jacket

God will be forever, son, your flesh burn to ashes

The hood school a shorty how to re-up on his crack flips

Little Red Riding Hood got raped in the black whip

Mother Goose crib got raided for them last bricks

Them three little pigs again with DEA badges

The warren and the judge, havin' dinner on the matress



[Timbo King]

We used to throw m-80's, but now that heat pop

When the D's come, patrol the whole block

In due time, they're kingdom will fall

Inside project halls, with forty fours

Humpty Dumpty, played the block hard

Until he got shot down in the courtyard

Mary has a coke habit, everywhere she go

Backstage sniffin' snow, twenty gram hoe



[Killah Priest]

I'm like welfare for siblings

The similac of rap for all my children, digesting my facts

Regurgetating all that weak shit, I lift they little arms

But 'em over my shoulders, pat they back while singin' a song

But these are lullabye's of hood life

I tell 'em stories of ratchets blowin' fiends, pullin' on pipes

Before I kiss 'em sayin' goodnight, pictures in they dome

Niggaz in jail, never coming home, the guns, crosses, tombstones

Little youth never live long enough to become grown

It's funny watchin' they expression change while they sleep

From fear, to horror, cuz what they see is the streets

I frighten them so they will never choose this life

I'm like a ghetto Morpheus, holdin' red and blue dice

I show you how and far the barrel hold goes

Hope you see the light, right before it blows, hood lullabye