[Verse 1: Bun B] Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas Open up your mind A lot of niggas hustlin backwards Need to press rewind There's some niggas playin dirty pool Back alley bandits They crossin up the trill And man ya boy just can't stand it Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight checked These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect Break ya neck to fuck with a nigga then compromise your hood Ya doin shit you know ain' cool And to the good Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school Using youngsters 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 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 they hood back
[Chorus: Slim Thug] Niggas gettin' out, goin fed In 6 months your back? Off with his head We takin the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo 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 naw, we takin the hood back You in the club like it's 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 hardl 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 I'm 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 Cause I'm takin the hood back
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
[Verse 4:] A 1008 Grams Enough to get yo ass right Ya smart with it, get caught with it Enough to get yo ass life From out here in these trenches Ain't no fuckin love or second chances Long time offender Lose yo ass, get enhanced Speak not, keep yo mouth shut Investigate the whole place Make em think it's cool Follow that nigga round the whole day The game ain't the same It all changed for the worst Nigga got the less time cause he came with it first See I disperse to dope amongst convicted felons Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit Strictly keys I Get my paper I was taught older niggas Cold blooded killas, dope dealers Soldier 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 with this choppa bitch Tomorrow ain't promised Snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight
[Chorus: Slim Thug]
[Verse 5: Pimp C] I'm takin back the streets Thang on the C On parole but I'm cold with the heat Candy coated rock balla 20 chop crawla Bitches tryna steal my dick I ain't bout to call her There's 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 tha fire 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 That's my lifestyle I'm rappin bout I'm havin everything you pussy niggas yappin 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