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Correct Take Tha Hood Back Lyrics
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Slim Thug
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Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now You niggaz got shit all crossed-up Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now You niggaz is really hustlin' wrong You niggaz got your grind wrong, mayne I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggaz It's time for the teacher To sit back in the front of the class, nigga Right over the blackboard And teach you hoe-ass niggaz the rules, nigga Cause ain't nobody showin? you niggaz How to get money the right way If you gon' get money, bitch Cause you gon' fuck everybody money up on the real Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind A lot of niggaz hustlin' backwards, need to press rewind There's some niggaz playin' dirty pool, bad Cali bandits They crossin' up the Trill and man, ya boy just can't stand it Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked These boys is givin' the wrong niggaz out here respect Break ya neck to fuck wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole shit on the cool Matter fact, fuck the cool, you niggaz need to hear me Breakin' bread with certified snitches, don't come near me You niggaz givin' these canaries all these passes Fuck gettin' dough wit a snitch, get in they asses I'm teachin' classes, dope slangin one o one These hoe-ass niggaz don't want none of Bun I'm takin' the hood back Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell naw, we takin' the hood back We 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, I don't bull Got yo? bitch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full I drank hard while you niggaz drank Bull But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam got pulled And I was taught to hold my own Picture spider lock ya down, brother burna zone, nigga Hell yeah, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black Come through sunny side and leave yo' house flat Yeah, I grind for the paper, fuck small towns, go major Fuck a cell phones, goin' pagers It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer Some killa talk, nigga and real talk nigga Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off, nigga And I put that on Pat, Screw and Steve Young low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe We takin' the hood back Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell naw, we takin' the hood back We 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 yo? ass right You smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo? ass life From out here in these trenches Ain't no fuckn' love or second chance Small-time offender, lose yo? ass, you 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 at all, changed for the worst Nigga got the less time ?cause he came wit it first See I disperse to dope, the most convicted felon, strictly G's No more Glock shit, rock shit, strictly ki?s I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggaz Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom niggaz I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of shit I show you how to stop that bitch Get ig'nant wit this choppa bitch Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die tonight We know your spot, me and my niggaz gon' ride tonight Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell naw, we takin' the hood back We 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 see On parole but I'm cold wit the heat Candy coated rock baller, twenty-chop crawler Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't ?bout to call her There's a lotta niggaz rappin', playin' games I don't see none of the shit that you name Where the car at? Where the bread at? Where the girl you say that got that 'Five head' at? Where the rocks at? Where the glocks at? In yo' mind and on the mic, the only place it's at That's my lifestyle you rappin' 'bout I'm havin' everythin? you pussy niggaz yappin' 'bout When you see some cocaine You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten thangs He gotta call his connect and shit And he ain't got you co-na-vict nigga, I'm takin' my hood back Niggaz gettin' knocked goin' fed and six months ya back? Off with his head, we takin' the hood back Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back You liar, aight, but he ain't got it like that Hell naw, we takin' the hood back We in the club like it's good, in the hood and you a rat Click clack, motherfucker, we takin' the hood back
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