Hood, Don Filmography

• Runaway Jury (2003)
• Love Liza (2002)
• Malpractice (2001)
• Lush (1999)
• Mr. Murder (1998)
• Ed Wood (1994)
• Someone She Knows (1994)
• Bad Girls (1994)
• Cobb (1994)
• Exit to Eden (1994)
• Wild Card (1992)
• Doublecrossed (1991)
• A Seduction in Travis County (1991)
• Blind Vengeance (1990)
• Don't Tell Her It's Me (1990)
• Fear (1990)
• The Court-Martial of Jackie Robinson (1990)
• Everybody's Baby: The Rescue of Jessica McClure (1989)
• Fletch Lives (1989)
• Wolf (1989)
• Inherit the Wind (1988)
• Alien Nation (1988)
• Murder Ordained (1987)
• End of the Line (1987)
• Disorderlies (1987)
• Dreams of Gold: The Mel Fisher Story (1986)
• The Morning After (1986)
• Blackout (1985)
• The Atlanta Child Murders (1985)
• An Early Frost (1985)
• Marie (1985)
• Dixie: Changing Habits (1983)
• The Making of 'Absence of Malice' (1982)
• Cat People (1982)
• The Toy (1982)
• Absence of Malice (1981)
• Freedom Road (1979)
• Murder at the Mardi Gras (1978)
• Pretty Baby (1978)
• Sparrow (1978)
• French Quarter (1978)
• A Woman Called Moses (1978)
• French Quarter (1978)
• Obsession (1976)
• The Savage Bees (1976)
• Dead Man on the Run (1975)
• The Deadly Tower (1975)

Hood, Will Filmography

• Wojtek: The Bear That Went to War (2011)
• Wojtek: The Bear That Went to War (2011)
• Who Do You Think You Were? (2010)
• Here's Johnny (2008)
• Peter and Ben (2008)
• Time Piece (2007)

Hood, Don Filmography

• The River (1984)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hood - Masta Ace
• Hood - Lil Scrappy
• Hood - Trillville
• Hood - Jibbs
• They Removed All Trace That Anything Had Ever Happened Here - Hood
• The Winter Hit Hard - Hood
• The Negatives - Hood
• The Lost You - Hood
• Still Rain Fell - Hood
• I Can't Find My Brittle Youth - Hood
• Enemy Of Time - Hood
• End Of One Train Working - Hood
• Branches Bare - Hood
• Lines Low To Frozen Ground - Hood
• You're Worth The Whole World - Hood
• You Show No Emotion At All - Hood
• This Is What We Do To Sell Out(s) - Hood
• Hood - Ali & Gipp

Yea, goin' out to the H double
That's for you, you, and you
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows)
[Verse One]
As I travel through various towns and strange places
I see the same scowls and frowns on the same faces
The game races and cats try to catch it
Before they know it they know death on a first name basis
Whether it's slangin' or banging, drinking or smokin'
There's bound to be one cat thinkin' of loccin'
The hood's like a sitcom
Leave ya bike outside, come back outside, I guarantee your shit gone
Young cats be sellin' the rock
Money busting out they sock mama tellin' them stop
But desperate times call for desperate means
It all seems so simple when you're just a teen
Only take one bad apple to poison the good
This for the girls on the block, the boys in the hood
And wherever I go it's the same as home
It's the H double O D the name is known
[Chorus]
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows) Listen
They got broke people, poor people, my people, your people
(Wherever I go) Listen
And they won't change, ever change, can't change, don't change
(And everyone knows)
[Verse Two]
They got wild and rough blocks where it's hard to trust cops
Get shot on your way to school at the bus stop, damn
That kid was a fine scholar
Hear his mama whine and holler he died for nine dollars
Young mothers trying to learn the ropes
And them one dollar lotto games turn their hopes
They keep hoping that they number coming
They dreamin' about getting rich driving in they hummer dummin'
Old ladies keep they purse in the front
Cuz them fiends on the prowl it's the first of the month
And you still feel good when you there, yup
And you know you in the hood when you there
They got one in every spot on the planet
And if you wasn't raised there you prolly can not stand it
Some call it the hood I'm calling it home
And there's love feel it all in my poem…what they got?
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
H dot O dot O dot D
Should I turn my back on the hood? No not me
Whether P.R., D.R., or the West Indies
Or fifty other spots that are just like these
Chicago know what I mean, Philly as well
Shit I hear nowadays sounds silly as hell
Whether in Miami or in Houston, Texas
Where some so broke they're not used to breakfast
Oakland know what I mean, L.A. too
D.C. feel me, I can tell they do
When will it change? Never I know
And I see the same things wherever I go
[Chorus]
[beat stops]

Ladies and gentleman
(What?)
I´d like to welcome you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of Trillville
(Trillville?)
I be your God on this here Jonny
(Uh huh)
It´s your boy Lil´Jon checkin´ it
(Yeah yeah)
And first-off
(Whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu
We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
'Cus ain´t home wit it I´ma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit
I´m in your damn house wit your girl on my dick
I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits
So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street life´s on for the best to go home
Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome
Aimin´ at your doam buck-shot rain
(Rain)
I´m deep offa damn, when a nigga ´bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha fame all I want is the doe
(Doe)
My ain´t Dough Bussa so don´t be try me like a hoe
I´m not your everyday dough that I´m at your seat everyday
I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid
I shine like a brave on a old school
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo´ real
Dirrty Mouth spittin´ at you bitches and niggas
(Uh huh)
´Specially tellin´ you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck y´all)
You know real recognize real
(Yeah)
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit
(Yeah)
You hattin´ niggas we gon' find y´all
We gon' sip you out
(Yeah, hah)
Holla at them Don P
I know for a fact you ain´t ready for the street
You suckas rain nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga go home you can´t compete
They tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and that´s what make ´em fake
'Cus the hood ain´t actin´ niggas start relaxin´
Thinkin´ they can live in this world without packin´
Somethin´ Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin´
And how we broke it down like a muthafuckin´ cratchin´
Too transaction and won´t nobody assin´
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin´ fagot
It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´
But I guess, I hate too 'cus ain´t the music that they creatin´
Hoes that they savin´, Plans that they makin´
Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases
(Yeah)
Y´all ain´t neva see a nigga like me
I´ve been all around the muthafuckin´ world
(All over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin´ niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go
Disrespect niggas everywhere you mu´fuckas go
But you know why? All them hatin´ niggas
They makes real niggas that best most strong
(Yeah, yeah)
Tell `em L.A.
Look you ain´t ready for the streets
(Streets)
And you claim to be hard, but you weak
(Weak)
A bad bitch and you swear that beat
(Beat)
The only thang you probably touch was a feet
(Feet)
You bitchin´ me now, picture me I´m sorry
Get your ass summen boi it ain´t workin´
You don´t want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]
Give me the bitch hard like a dick
(Dick)
Ready to fuck, we ain´t takin´ shit
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust your knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a mill
(Mill)
If times get hard then you gain up your grill
(Grill)
Fo´ real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I ain´t trippin´, 'cus that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess that´s the reason why a nigga stay baller
(Hey)
(Hey, hey)
Yo, ain´t no nigga
Is gonna stop my muthafuckin´ paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga, youknawmean?
(Yeah)
I´m out here on my hustle everyday
(Yeah)
Nigga I ain´t sellin´ dope
But I´m sellin´ this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit
(Yeah)
I´m sellin´ this crunk energy drink
(Yeah)
Yo, I´m sellin´all kinda shit
Nigga I´m CD´s, DVD´s, nigga
What Eva you need
(Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real
BME, BME, BME click
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake

(lil jon)
ladies and gentlemen ,i'd like welcome you, to the life and times, of trillville. Now i'll be your guide on dis here journey. It's your boi lil jon checkin in and first up we'll let my nigga dirty mouf holla at cha.
(dirty mouf)
we can take it to the streets nigga, if you got beef. Dont bring no hoe wit yo i'ma knock out ya teeth, run ya fake hands, nigga keep talking shit. I"m in yo damn house wit cha girl on my dick.
I'm realest motherfucka when it comes to making hits, so shut the fuck up before i bust ya in yo lip. The street lights on for the best to go home. It's gettin late for ya as i shine up in chrome. Aiming at cha dome, buck shots ranging.I'm deep off in the game with a niggas bringing pain. Nigga fuck the fame all i want is the doe, my name aint yo boy so dont try me like a hoe. I'm not cha average joe that you see everyday, i rob,steal and kill just to get my ass paid. I shine like da blang on da old school. A nigga acting fool make a nigga break da rules fo real.
(verse 2)
i know for a fact ye aint ready for da streets, ya selfish reign nigga on dis concrete. Ya fall to da ground den ya splatter to ma feet.Ya soundroll nigga, go home you cant compete. you and try in being me, dey watch tv, they try and imitate but dat gone make em fake. Cuz the hood aint acting, niggas start relaxing.thinking they can live in dis world witout packing, self the janet jackson.niggas still laughing.And how we broke it down to a motherfuckin fraction, 2 transaction and aint no body askin. Until you ran your mouth like a motherfucking faggot. And aint no variations, niggaz still hatin, but i guess i hate too cuz i hate the music they creating, hoes that they saving, bands that they making, and whoever else like em so i hate dey fan basis. yeea
(verse 3)
Look, ye aint ready for the streets.. you claim to be hard but cha weak. a bad bitch, and ya sweat at cha meet, the only thing you probably touch was a feet, ya beat cha meat, now picture me i'ma servent, get cha ass up da block you aint working, ya'll wanna trill nigga den close da curtain, ya need to take ya ass home, and dats for certain. a bitch, hard like a dick ready to fuck. and we aint take a shit we gone bust a nut.Some niggaz do it for a meal and when times get hard they get up in yo grill, fo real. Man where a nigga live and i aint trippin cuz thats all i got to give. It make a young nigga E stronger i guess thats the reason why a nigga stay ballin.

Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
What you gon' do?
You gon' ride?
You gon' roll?
You gon' stretch?
You gon' fold?
You gon' keep yo family po?
Comin up in da hood watchin my homies take the pressure
That's why I chose to be a mic-checka
What you gon' do?
You gon' ball?
You gon' fall?
Let em knock u into walls?
Leave you dead in a hall
Or you gon' keep hanging in the streets with your crew
Don't ask me cuz I know what I'm a do
But what you gon' do?
Buy the solos with the dodo's and nogo's and fofo's
In choke holds after getting chased by the po po's
You gon' ride solo or is you gon' group it?
Or is you gon' think before you start being stupid
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
Now what chu gon' do?
You gon' rob?
You gon' kill?
Buy the drugs or you gon' deal
Or go out and chase a mil
Or on the other hand get a deal like me
And go and write 48 bars to a beat
Tell me what you gon' do?
Be another family failure
Disrespectin all your elders
Go livin in a shelter
Or you gon' get killed put in jail or be a doctor
And own a big house on the roof a helicopter
Whatchu gon' do?
Stay in the same city, same hood, same block
Same homies changing clothes, wearin eachothers socks
or do you wanna go somewhere
A life to try to live
And see about a hundred
Making money, taking trips
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold
Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold
Either you gon' ride or get rolled on
Which one is it or they pay u a visit
What you gon' do?
Be a fed, be a star, do the dance, hit the bar
Be a face nigga - sharp
Or go and shop and stuff
Hit the mall, pop tags
Start stuff
Get me red, white and blue like the flag
Jibbs what you gon' do?
Gettin money, stay off the streets
They frontin man - it aint funny, I aint runnin
Hopin from place to place like a bunny kinda sunny
Phone on my waist vibrate cuz it's comin
Stay in shape
Last in the game is music business
Funny
For the sake that my hood cats hungry
Tryin to get a mil deal, bread and bologna
For the sake that my hood cats that are hungry
Tryin to get a mil deal, bread and bologna

In darkest hours
Promise you'll hold on
Promise you'll hold on
There isn't need
You feel like the world is yours
Inside everyone
Till it was snatched from your grasp
You were cast in ancient light
There's coldness in this sky
The last thing that you ever wanted was for the love to
You're the same as all the rest
I know that we're all afraid
Of waking every day
Promise you'll hold on

i know we’ll rise again
from ashes in us
you can feel the winter approach
your cold hand in mine
and there is history here
heavy under night
it is alive
with memories and songs
thoughts lie
abandoned
this year has been so hard
(i was strung up by the empty hearts)
don’t you fight again

the negatives are added but it’s not enough
and if you know the feeling you'll get beaten up
your voice was carried away.
yeah.
jaw line strong
word swollen tongue
and you can fight off style
you can fight off time
I don't want to talk about it
here comes our friend the winter
tried to walk to town but
oh I got so lost
can you just answer me
answer me this
can i just sit here and watch the sky?
don't you know that life can move so slow?
there isn't any space for love anymore.
and if you know the feeling than you need to go
to the furthest place from your house
stand there a while
make sure you're broke
and watch the birds fly round
just like the first time
we put leaves upon these tracks
there's ? deliverance here
reassure reassure me that life won’t leave me behind
the sun is the dates and forges
summer thoughts are deadlines
deadlines

islocations lead
Oh you're no good
I made the wrong choice
I was crystallized
(I'm cheating myself.... same problem as usual)
Oh oh Yoni they traffic drugs
They smuggle shadows for her i am blind
They're calling to '02
The year of the lost you
So give me just one minute
I'll turn you against god and
It's only because they care
They must act so savage
You know that I couldn't ever
Have the time to witness the passing of these years
Into the lonely night
I dedicate this day
Oh yoni they traffic drugs
(you know the I couldn't ever have the time)
They smuggle shadows for her i am blind
(to witness the passing of these years)
They're calling to '02
(into the lonely night I dedicate this day)
The year of the lost you
The year of the lost you
The year of the lost you
The year of the lost you
You(x10)
Yeah me to
Feelin' like i'm standing on your feet
Searching

so much for the evening light
it's gone before you hurry home
around here the walks, the walks are so long
there's never chance to raise your head
but here's to the skyline
and the towerblocks who block it out
all you need is a place to stay
with no memories, seasons felt so(?)
after this all the avenues have gone
at least i know money can't control us
you can't hide from the world, in silence
oh i know you too well, you'll just mess about and waste
your life
life is the only gift - that could be free(?)
forgetting all the past mistakes. just let it go
all i want is elusive air(?)
daylight, like the day is ours
does no-one care?

i can’t find my brittle youth
is it strong enough to hold on to?
just try it anyway
can’t let the years (without you know)
sometimes it’s just so hard
to find something that inspires you
your anger and hope
did you leave these things behind?
you said how you hated days that end so soon
cause it makes your life slip away
and move so fast to old age
you didn’t you didn’t you didn’t wait
oh god i feel life slip away
it ends so soon, so grab it today
why you can’t seize the day

we’ve made an enemy of time
the violent undertones of night
we feel so lifeless sometimes
i search (the mid night again)
oh i can’t cope with the brutality of life
you know that i wish for change
if you could see the look upon your face
it’s holding me down
my great invented one
the seasons change

Always something on my mind.
I never let the words die.
There's always something on my mind.
I never let the words die
Where is the joy of life?
Where is the morning light?
Where is the hope I had?
Where is the hope I had?
Nothing passed the open lane
No one out there to be scared
Where is the love we had?
Where is the frozen lake?
Always something on my mind
Where is the train right left?
Where is the train ride home?
Where is the scarlet night?
(There's always something on my mind)
Where is the hope we had?
Where is the hope we had?
Where's the scarlet night?
(There's always something on my mind)

Remove that need
The orchids thrive
In the dark
I found the night awake
We found dried leaves
Pressed inside the book
Like a stark vision of time
I wish you were still alive
And will the memories be lost
When we lose you
When they clear the house
You lived so many years
No matter how far you are away
I see you in the distance
The distance
We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to
Sometimes the sunset doesn’t want to be photographed
We are no tigers in the picked-bone grasslands
Ela dear knows a dork in a thrift store hat

by the coldest sea
i read your tear stained words
you said you can’t live this way
how you want to be free
and you just tried to hold on
is what you told yourself
your shoulders are weak
it’s hard to carry this weight
promise me that you’ll remember this day
just to reach to you and say
that there’s places in this world
like the bleakest northern light
frozen ground beneath your feet
where you can be free
where you can be free

Face a word bank and fill in the blanks
It's/its blank city versus (verses? verse is?)
the hearts you’ve ever drawn (dropped?)
Reduce your own arm off for a drop the glass absorbs
And you’re pinned by the speeding dash line crash
But the / their hearts are empty, you have no pain
[paint?] and that’s the point.
It's blank city baby where the buildings get stepped on
And all the red carpets they fade
(And) now the barbers don’t courtesy hairwash
But the Devil will crop just your long hair
And the Devil’s cover band are mortal / cover band
immortal
And they're all [they rock?] for you
My dimes are full
I carry a sad dollar / sanddollar
They play (pay? paid?) me six Decembers
If you can cast my face for any paint that’s left.
I feel so

can we walk in hope
into another new year
just to cast away the ghosts
or to have the time again
you said hold on to dreams yeah
but i know you don’t try
because you’re innocent i know
that you won’t survive
i heard the phone ring
so late at night that i
i thought someone had died
someone had died
but your voice was full of hope
like it was on better days
on clear mornings
when the rain had left the sky
i can’t stand the thought of you alone
i can’t stand the thought of you alone
don’t try to get close to
us because there’s nothing
but our souls laid bare
will we survive?

i pray for evenings when
it’s clear across the land
when distant sun is lost
i walked alone but with you
it was five years ago
immersed in autumn days
we used to wake to the morning sun
oh don’t you ever lie awake at night
and think about your life as a child
and all your friends who have died so young
oh do you even think at all?

[Chorus:]
You can catch me in the hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money cause I'm fresh off the block
The hood smokin' good, posted on the lot
Got a pocket full of money cause I'm fresh off the block
[Verse 1: Gipp]
Yea we sippin, dippin, tippin, elbow swangin out the window
Swimming pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having thangs, diamond chains
Doin it till my money came
Southside, Westside, Eastside, Northside, on them wires, on the blades
Ery'body smokin' haze
Cadillac, Chevy, Escalade, and them Hummer trucks
We burnin rubber, runnin lights, we don't give a fuck
We on that laffy taffy, ya'll niggas be smokin, babby
We custom fitted from our sneakers to our clothes daddy
We keep them hoes lookin, starin, gawkin', talkin 'bout us
We got them peoples and feds, yea they talk about us
About the way we talk, about the way we dress
How 'bout them diamond grills? How 'bout they lookin' fresh?
I'm always smokin' good, I'm posted on the lot
A pocket full of money, I'm fresh up off the block
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Pimp C]
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy a Rolls
Nigga think we just 'bout rapping bitch but dope is getting sold
I'm a young, hot street flame, deep up in the d-game
Smokin' dro, slammin' Cadillac doors, red paint switchin' lane-to-lane
I ain't came to lose bitch, I done paid my dues bitch
Got fifteen years off in this muthafuckin' rap shit
Seen alotta niggas come, seen alotta niggas go
I seen some niggas blow, I seen some turn to hoes
Candy cars, candy doors, I got yellow hoes that play with' they nose
If ya like, she blow in ya butt
Eat ya dick and then lick ya nuts
If I wasn't rappin baby, I'd still be drivin' this shit
Makin hoes hide this dick, UGK we live in this bitch
Swisha sweets is a must
Mixin' purple with the tux
We call it banana split
Choose a pimp hoe, I'm the dick
I got Bobby 'bout a pound, nigga Whitney 'bout a key
DJ Screw about a gallon, bitch the game belong to me
[Verse 3: Ali]
In '72, a player born in his boots
Every line is the Gospel, cause every word is the truth
Some may call me the realest, this from the heart you can feel it
Project baby cause my family from the Car-Swerve Village
And moved the Northside city with this downtown witty
That influenced, project grew 'n' then now '88 gritty
Twelve years old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh gold hat
I'm sellin' weed a year later, whoa, here come the crack
I'm sellin' 50's and bopper's the cluckers say I got good
And with the crack came the gangs, and that divided the hood
And then the war jumped off, some niggas didn't make it a summer
The other niggas locked up, doin rides, receivin' numbers
I changed my life with the quickest, fuh' real and layed down the D
I ain't sellin no mo' but you can still catch me in the hood
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Nelly]
I'm from the middle of the map where the river run deep
Up I-55 where them niggas run D
Got a pocket full of stones along with Bun B, Pimp C, [? ]
Luv didn't have it, I could get it from Three
Papi didn't have it, I could get it from E
Niggas need dank, you can call on me
Hell I come through, it don't matter if you on that Southside, Westside, Eastside, Northside
Used to open up my trunk like there it is, let ya pick which one ya need to get loose
I beat that block like bad kids, yea you might wanna call that block abuse
Dirty then? Made Derrty now, some of ya'll might know, but don't blurt it out
You know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't nothin that for that ass though you know
See that's throwback like Dukey Rope
Candy painted, hundred spokes, baking soda, watch it grow
Gangsta, gangsta? Neva that, but I keep that thang like 'Where he at? '
Ain't no rubber band big enough to hold these stacks
I wrap my money in Reynolds Wrap
Slangin' ery'thing I get my hands on
From the white to the green, to the 1-I phones