Take tha Hood Back (feat. Slim Thug, Vicious & Middle Fingaz)

Lyrics for Take tha Hood Back (feat. Slim Thug, Vicious & Middle Fingaz)

Yeah, nigga, the hood is fucked up right now You niggas got shit all crossed up Niggas got the game real twisted right now You niggas is really hustlin' wrong You niggas got your grind wrong, mayne I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggas It's time for the teacher to sit back at the front of the class, nigga Write on the blackboard to teach you hoe-ass niggas the rules, nigga 'Cause ain't nobody showin you niggas how to get money the right way If you gon' get money, bitch, 'cause you gon' Fuck everybody money up on the real (on the real) Now all my hustlers, grinders, and ballers, open up your mind A lot of niggas hustlin backwards, need to press rewind It's some niggas playin dirty pool, back alley bandits They crossin up the trill and, mayne, your boy just can't stand it Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight checked These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect Break your neck to fuck with a nigga that compromise your hood You doin shit you know ain't cool and to the good Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school Usin youngsters to hit stangs and throw shit on the cool Matter fact, fuck the cool, you niggas need to hear me Breakin bread with certified snitches, don't come near me You niggas givin these canaries all these passes Fuck gettin dough with a snitch, get in they asses I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101 These hoe-ass niggas don't want none of Bun, I'm takin the hood back Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back Off with his head, we takin the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave your ass 10 flat Now you're home, somethin wrong, we takin the hood back Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell nah, we takin the hood back You in the club like it's good in the hood and you a rat Click-clack, motherfucker, we takin the hood back I'm a G, hell yeah, whole bull Got your bitch lookin mad, why them fingers so full? I drink oil while you niggas drink Bull By the bar like Diddy, Fat Bam got pull And I was taught to hold my own Hit your spot and lock it down, whether bird or zone, nigga Hell yeah, I'm 'bout that, shirt, slacks all black Come through sunny side'll leave your house flat We grind for the paper, fuck small time, go major Fuck a cell phone, score pagers, Young Lo Frazier Shoot good with no laser And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer Some killer talk, nigga, and real talk, nigga Middle fingers around to whoever killed off nigga And I'm puttin that on Pat, Screw, and Steve Young Lo, bitch, I clap you and leave Oh, we takin the hood back Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back Off with his head, we takin the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave your ass 10 flat Now you're home, somethin wrong, we takin the hood back Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell nah, we takin the hood back You in the club like it's good in the hood and you a rat Click-clack, motherfucker, we takin the hood back A thousand eight grams, enough to get your ass right You're smart with it, get caught with it, enough to get your ass life I'm out here in these trenches, ain't no fuckin love on second chance Multi-offender, lose your ass, you get enhanced Speak not, keep your mouth shut, investigate the whole play Make him think it's cool, follow that nigga 'round the whole day The game ain't the same, it all changed for the worse Nigga got the less time 'cause he came with it first See, I disperse the dope amongst convicted felons, strictly G's No more block shit, rock shit, strictly ki's I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggas Cold-blooded killers, dope dealers, soldier niggas I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of shit I'll show you how to stop that bitch Get ignorant with this chopper, bitch Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggas gon' ride tonight Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back Off with his head, we takin the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave your ass 10 flat Now you're home, somethin wrong, we takin the hood back Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell nah, we takin the hood back You in the club like it's good in the hood and you a rat Click-clack, motherfucker, we takin the hood back I'm takin back the streets, thang on the seats On parole but I'm cold with the heat Caddy colder rock baller, 20 chop crawler Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't 'bout to call her It's a lot of niggas rappin, playin games I don't see none of that shit that you name Where the car at? Where the bread at? Where that girl you say that got that fire head at? Where the rocks at? Where the Glocks at? In your mind and on the mic, the only place it's at That's my lifestyle you're rappin 'bout I'm havin everything you pussy niggas yappin 'bout When you seen some cocaine? You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten thangs He gotta call his connect and shit And he ain't got it, you counterfeit, nigga, I'm takin my hood back Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back Off with his head, we takin the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave your ass 10 flat Now you're home, somethin wrong, we takin the hood back Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell nah, we takin the hood back You in the club like it's good in the hood and you a rat Click-clack, motherfucker, we takin the hood back