Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas Open up your mind A lot of niggas hustlin backwards Need to press rewind Theres some niggas playin dirty pool Bad cali bandits They crossin up the trill And man ya boy just can't stand it Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight jacked These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga to come from out ya hood Ya doin shit you know it cool Until the good Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school Using ?? they hits stages, whole 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 (don't come near me) You niggas givin these canaries all these passes Fuckin gettin dough wit a snitch Get in they asses I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101 These hoe ass niggas Don't want nuttin but im takin they hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
[Verse 2] I'm a G hell yea, oh boy Got ya bitch lookin mad While them fingas so full I drink all while you niggas 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, nigga Hell yea im bout dat Shirt slacks all black Come through sunny side Leave yo house flat
[Verse 3] For the paper Fuck small towns, go major Fuck a cell phone go pagers Young low frazier Shoot good with no lasers And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza Some killa talk nigga Some real talk nigga We tha fingaz around whoever killed off nigga And I put that on ? steve Young low bitch, I clap you and leave Cuz i'm takin the hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
[Verse 4] An ounce and 8 grams Enough to get yo ass right Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it Enough to get yo ass life From out here in these trenches Aint no fuckin love or second chances Long time offender Lose yo ass, get enhanced Speak not, yo mouth shut Investigate the whole place Make em think its cool While that nigga round the whole day The game ain't the same It all changed for the worst Nigga got the less time cuz he came wit it first See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit Strictly keys I kiss my paper I was taught to hold a niggas (own) Cold blooded killas, dope dealers Sorry niggas, I'm alert I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit I show you how to stop that bitch Get ignit wit this choppa bitch Tomorrow aint promised Snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka 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 Bitches tryna steal my dick I ain't bout to call her Theres a lot of niggas rappin, playin games I don't see none of the shit 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 pussy niggas laughin bout When you see some cocaine You say you got it nigga Bring me 10 thangs He gotta call his connect and shit And he ain't got you con-vict Nigga i'm takin my hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
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Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas Open up your mind A lot of niggas hustlin backwards Need to press rewind Theres some niggas playin dirty pool Bad cali bandits They crossin up the trill And man ya boy just can't stand it Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight jacked These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga to come from out ya hood Ya doin shit you know it cool Until the good Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school Using ?? they hits stages, whole 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 (don't come near me) You niggas givin these canaries all these passes Fuckin gettin dough wit a snitch Get in they asses I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101 These hoe ass niggas Don't want nuttin but im takin they hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
[Verse 2] I'm a G hell yea, oh boy Got ya bitch lookin mad While them fingas so full I drink all while you niggas 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, nigga Hell yea im bout dat Shirt slacks all black Come through sunny side Leave yo house flat
[Verse 3] For the paper Fuck small towns, go major Fuck a cell phone go pagers Young low frazier Shoot good with no lasers And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza Some killa talk nigga Some real talk nigga We tha fingaz around whoever killed off nigga And I put that on ? steve Young low bitch, I clap you and leave Cuz i'm takin the hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
[Verse 4] An ounce and 8 grams Enough to get yo ass right Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it Enough to get yo ass life From out here in these trenches Aint no fuckin love or second chances Long time offender Lose yo ass, get enhanced Speak not, yo mouth shut Investigate the whole place Make em think its cool While that nigga round the whole day The game ain't the same It all changed for the worst Nigga got the less time cuz he came wit it first See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit Strictly keys I kiss my paper I was taught to hold a niggas (own) Cold blooded killas, dope dealers Sorry niggas, I'm alert I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit I show you how to stop that bitch Get ignit wit this choppa bitch Tomorrow aint promised Snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka 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 Bitches tryna steal my dick I ain't bout to call her Theres a lot of niggas rappin, playin games I don't see none of the shit 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 pussy niggas laughin bout When you see some cocaine You say you got it nigga Bring me 10 thangs He gotta call his connect and shit And he ain't got you con-vict Nigga i'm takin my hood back
[Chorus] [Slim Thug] Niggas 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 ass 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 mothafucka We takin the hood back
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