(Verse 1)
(Bun B)
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
Open up your mind
A lot of n***as hustlin backwards
Need to press rewind
Theres some n***as playin dirty pool
Bad cali bandits
They crossin up the trill
And man ya boy just can't stand it
Mothaf**kas need to be repremanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin the wrong n***as out here respect
Break ya neck to f**k wit a n***a to come from out ya hood
Ya doin sh** you know it cool
Until the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Using?? they hits stages, whole sh** on the cool
Matter fact, f**k the cool
You n***as need to hear me
Breakin bread with certified snitches
Don't come near me (don't come near me)
You n***as givin these canaries all these pa**es
F**kin gettin dough wit a snitch
Get in they a**es
I'm teachin cla**es, dope slangin 101
These hoe a** n***as
Don't want nuttin but im takin they hood back
(Chorus)
(Slim Thug)
n***as get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo a** 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothaf**ka
We takin the hood back
(Verse 2)
I'm a G hell yea, oh boy
Got ya b**h lookin mad
While them fingas so full
I drink all while you n***as drink bull
But the boy like?? bam got pool
And I was taught to hold my own
Picture spider lock ya down
Brotha burna zone, n***a
Hell yea im bout dat
Shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side
Leave yo house flat
(Verse 3)
For the paper
F**k small towns, go major
F**k a cell phone go pagers
Young low frazier
Shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza
Some k**a talk n***a
Some real talk n***a
We tha fingaz around whoever k**ed off n***a
And I put that on? steve
Young low b**h, I clap you and leave
Cuz i'm takin the hood back
(Chorus)
(Slim Thug)
n***as get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo a** 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothaf**ka
We takin the hood back
(Verse 4)
An ounce and 8 grams
Enough to get yo a** right
Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it
Enough to get yo a** life
From out here in these trenches
Aint no f**kin love or second chances
Long time offender
Lose yo a**, get enhanced
Speak not, yo mouth shut
Investigate the whole place
Make em think its cool
While that n***a round the whole day
The game ain't the same
It all changed for the worst
n***a got the less time cuz he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons
Strictly Gs, no more glock sh**, rock sh**
Strictly keys
I kiss my paper
I was taught to hold a n***as (own)
Cold blooded k**as, dope dealers
Sorry n***as, I'm alert
I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and sh**
I show you how to stop that b**h
Get ignit wit this choppa b**h
Tomorrow aint promised
Snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my n***as gon ride tonight
(Chorus)
(Slim Thug)
n***as get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo a** 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothaf**ka
We takin the hood back
(Verse 5)
(Pimp C)
I'm takin back the streets
Thang on the C
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated rock balla
20 chop crawla
b**hes tryna steal my dick
I ain't bout to call her
Theres a lot of n***as rappin, playin games
I don't see none of the sh**
That you name
Where the car at (uh)
Where the bread at (uh)
Where the girl you say ya got the 5 head at (uh)
Where the rocks at (uh)
Where the glocks at (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic
The only place is at
Thats my lifestyle im rappin bout
I'm havin everything you p**y n***as laughin bout
When you see some c**aine
You say you got it n***a
Bring me 10 thangs
He gotta call his connect and sh**
And he ain't got you con-vict
n***a i'm takin my hood back
(Chorus)
(Slim Thug)
n***as get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo a** 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack mothaf**ka
We takin the hood back