Yeah nigga, the hood is up right now You niggaz got all crossed-up Niggaz got the real twisted, right now You niggaz is really hustlin' You niggaz got your wrong, mayne
I watch you hoe-ass niggaz It's time for the To sit back in the of the class, nigga Right the blackboard And teach you hoe-ass the rules, nigga
'Cause ain't showin you niggaz How to get the right way If you get money, bitch you gon' fuck everybody money up on the real
Now all my hustlers, and ballers, open up your mind A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, to press rewind some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali bandits They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just stand it
Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight 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 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' bread with certified snitches, don't come me
You niggaz givin' these canaries all passes Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in asses I'm teachin' classes, Dope 101 These hoe-ass niggaz want none of Bun I'm takin' the hood
Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya Off his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that Hell naw, we takin' the back We in the club like it's good, in the and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the back
I'm a G, hell yeah, I don't Got yo bitch lookin' mad while Fingaz so full I drank hard while you drank Bull But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam got
And I was to hold my own Picture lock ya down, brother burna zone, nigga yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black Come through sunny and leave yo' house flat
Yeah, I grind for the paper, small towns, go major a cell phones, goin' pagers It's young low Frazier, shoot with no lasers And shot hit, I don't throw no grazer
Some killa talk, nigga and real nigga Middlefingaz' a ridah, killed off, nigga And I put that on Pat, Screw and Young low bitch, I 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 takin' the hood
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like naw, we takin' the hood back We in the like it's good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood
A thousand-eight grams, to get yo ass right You smart wit it, get wit it, enough to get yo ass life From out here in these Ain't no fuckn' or second chance Small-time offender, yo ass, you get enhanced
Speak not, keep yo' mouth shut, investigate the place Make 'em think it's cool, follow nigga round the whole day The game ain't the same at all, changed for the Nigga got the less time cause he wit it first
See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, G's No more Glock shit, shit, strictly kis I gets my paper, I was by older niggaz Cold blooded killas, 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 ig'nant wit this choppa Tomorrow promised, snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' tonight
gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we the hood back Damn, I swore they 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 the hood back We in the like 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 cold wit the Candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop Bitches tryna my dick, I ain't bout to call her
Theres a lotta rappin, playin' games I don't see of the shit that you name the car at? Where the bread at? Where the girl you say that got that 'Five at?
Where the rocks at? the Glocks at? In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place at That's my you rappin' 'bout I'm havin' you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout
When you see cocaine You say you got it, nigga, me ten thangs He gotta call his and shit And he got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back
Niggaz gettin' knocked fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the back
You liar, aight, but he ain't got it that Hell naw, we takin' the hood We in the club like it's good, in the and you a rat clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back