Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up now You got shit all crossed-up Niggaz got the game real twisted, now You is really hustlin' wrong You niggaz got your wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass time for the teacher To sit back in the of the class, nigga Right over the And teach you niggaz the rules, nigga
ain't nobody showin you niggaz How to get the right way If you gon' get money, 'Cause you gon' fuck money up on the real
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, up your mind A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, to press rewind There's some niggaz dirty pool, bad Cali bandits 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 nigga that compromise yo Yo doin' shit you know it cool until the
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the 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 niggaz givin' these all these passes gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they asses I'm teachin' classes, Dope 101 These niggaz don't want none of Bun I'm takin' the hood
Niggaz gettin' knocked fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the back Damn, I coulda they gave ya ass ten flat Now home, somethin' wrong, we takin' 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 don't Got yo bitch lookin' mad them Fingaz so full I hard while you niggaz drank Bull But the boy like fed, Bam got pulled
And I was to hold my own Picture spider lock ya down, burna zone, nigga Hell yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt all black Come through sunny side and leave yo' flat
Yeah, I for the paper, fuck small towns, go major a cell phones, goin' pagers It's young low Frazier, shoot with no lasers And every shot hit, I don't throw no
killa talk, nigga and real talk nigga Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, And I put on Pat, Screw and Steve low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe We takin' the hood
gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we the hood back 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 like 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
A thousand-eight grams, to get yo ass right You smart wit it, get caught wit it, to get yo ass life out here in these trenches Ain't no fuckn' love or chance offender, lose yo ass, you get enhanced
Speak not, keep yo' shut, investigate the whole place Make 'em think it's cool, follow that nigga the whole day The game ain't the same at all, for the worst Nigga got the less time cause he wit it first
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, G's No Glock shit, rock shit, strictly kis I gets my paper, I was by older niggaz Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, niggaz
I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of I show you how to stop that Get ig'nant wit choppa bitch Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight We know spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight
gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the back Damn, I swore they gave ya ass ten flat Now home, somethin' 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 it's good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back
I'm takin back the streets, on the C On but I'm cold wit the heat Candy coated rock baller, crawler Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't to call her
Theres a lotta rappin, playin' games I don't see none of the shit you name Where the car at? Where the at? Where the you say that got that 'Five head' at?
Where the at? Where the Glocks at? In yo' mind and on the mic, the only it's at my lifestyle you rappin' 'bout I'm havin' everythin you pussy niggaz yappin'
When you see cocaine You say you got it, nigga, me ten thangs He call his connect and shit And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my back
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya Off with his head, we the hood back Damn, I coulda they gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, wrong, we takin' the hood back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that naw, we takin' the hood back We in the like it's good, in the hood and you a rat clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back