Yeah nigga, the hood is up right now You got shit all crossed-up Niggaz got the game twisted, right now You niggaz is hustlin' wrong You got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass It's for the teacher To sit back in the of the class, nigga Right the blackboard And you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga
'Cause ain't nobody you niggaz How to get money the way If you gon' get money, 'Cause you gon' everybody money up on the real
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to press There's some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali They up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't stand it
Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and jacked These boys is givin' the niggaz out here respect Break ya neck to fuck wit a that compromise yo hood Yo shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the Using youngsters, they hits states, whole shit on the cool Matter fact, the cool, you niggaz need to hear me Breakin' bread with certified snitches, come near me
You niggaz givin' these canaries all passes Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in asses I'm teachin' classes, Slangin 101 These hoe-ass niggaz don't none of Bun I'm takin' the hood
gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he got it like that Hell naw, we takin' the hood We in the like it's good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back
I'm a G, yeah, I don't bull Got yo bitch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so I drank hard while you niggaz Bull But the boy like fed, Bam got pulled
And I was taught to my own Picture spider lock ya down, brother zone, nigga Hell yeah, I'm dat, shirt slacks all black Come sunny side and leave yo' house flat
Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go Fuck a cell phones, pagers It's young low Frazier, shoot good no lasers And every shot hit, I don't no grazer
Some killa talk, nigga and real talk Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, And I put that on Pat, and Steve low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe We the hood back
gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood Damn, I coulda swore gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that naw, we takin' the hood back We in the club it's good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back
A thousand-eight grams, to get yo ass right You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass From out here in trenches Ain't no fuckn' or second chance Small-time offender, lose yo ass, you get
Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, investigate the place Make 'em think it's cool, follow that round the whole day The game the same at all, changed for the worst Nigga got the less time he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope, the convicted felon, strictly G's No more Glock shit, rock shit, kis I my paper, I was taught by older niggaz blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz
I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of I show you how to stop bitch Get wit this choppa bitch Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die We know spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten Now you're home, wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like Hell naw, we the hood back We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood
I'm takin back the streets, on the C On but I'm cold wit the heat Candy rock baller, twenty-chop crawler Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't bout to her
Theres a lotta niggaz rappin, playin' I don't see of the shit that you name Where the car at? Where the at? Where the girl you say that got 'Five head' at?
Where the rocks at? Where the at? In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place at That's my you rappin' 'bout I'm havin' everythin you pussy niggaz 'bout
you see some cocaine You say you got it, nigga, me ten thangs He gotta his connect and shit And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood Damn, I coulda swore gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like Hell naw, we takin' the hood We in the club like good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we the hood back