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