Yeah ni**a, the hood is f**ked up right now
You ni**az got s**t all crossed-up
Ni**az got the game real twisted, right now
You ni**az is really hustlin` wrong
You ni**az got your grind wrong, mayne

I gotta watch you hoe-ass ni**az
It`s time for the teacher
To sit back in the front of the class, ni**a
Right over the blackboard
And teach you hoe-ass ni**az the rules, ni**a

`Cause ain`t nobody showin’ you ni**az
How to get money the right way
If you gon` get money, bitch
`Cause you gon` f**k everybody money up on the real

Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of ni**az hustlin` backwards, need to press rewind
There`s some ni**az playin` dirty pool, bad Cali bandits
They crossin` up the Trill and man, ya boy just can`t stand it

Motherf**kers need to be reprimanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin` the wrong ni**az out here respect
Break ya neck to f**k wit a ni**a that compromise yo’ hood
Yo’ doin` s**t you know it cool until the good

Got kids movin` work, hustlin` by the school
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole s**t on the cool
Matter ‘fact, f**k the cool, you ni**az need to hear me
Breakin` bread with certified snitches, don`t come near me

You ni**az givin` these canaries all these passes
F**k gettin` dough wit a snitch, get in they asses
I`m teachin` classes, Dope Slangin’ 101
These hoe-ass ni**az don`t want none of Bun
I`m takin` the hood back

Ni**az 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, motherf**ker, 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 ni**az 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, ni**a
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, f**k small towns, go major
F**k 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, ni**a and real talk ni**a
Middlefingaz` a ridah, whoever killed off, ni**a
And I put that on Pat, Screw and Steve
Young low bitch, I clap you and leave, hoe
We takin` the hood back

Ni**az 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, motherf**ker, 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 f**kn` 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 ni**a round the whole day
The game ain`t the same at all, changed for the worst
Ni**a 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 s**t, rock s**t, strictly ki’s
I gets my paper, I was taught by older ni**az
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, Sodom ni**az

I`m alert, I`m aware, I`m focused, I`m on top of s**t
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 ni**az gon` ride tonight

Ni**az 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, motherf**ker, we takin` the hood back

I`m takin’ back the streets, thang on the C
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 ni**az rappin’, playin` games
I don`t see none of the s**t 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 ni**az yappin` `bout

When you see some cocaine
You say you got it, ni**a, bring me ten thangs
He gotta call his connect and s**t
And he ain`t got you co-na-vict ni**a, I`m takin` my hood back

Ni**az 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, motherf**ker, we takin` the hood back