Take Tha Hood Back

[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 xxxx with a nigga then compromise your hood

Ya doin xxxx you know ain' cool

And to the good

Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school

Using youngsters they hits stages, whole xxxx on the cool

Matter fact, xxxx 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 xxx 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 xxx 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 xxxxx 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]

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 xxx 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 4:]

A 1008 Grams

Enough to get yo xxx right

Ya smart with it, get caught with it

Enough to get yo xxx life

From out here in these trenches

Ain't no xxxxxx 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 kiss 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]

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 xxx 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 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 xxxxx 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't got it you counterfeit nigga

Nigga I'm takin my 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 xxx 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