Lyrical Breakdown of Take Tha Hood Back - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah, nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggas got shit all crossed up
Niggas got the game real twisted right now
You niggas is really hustlin' wrong
You niggas got your grind wrong, mayne
I gotta watch you hoe-ass niggas
It's time for the teacher to sit back at the front of the class, nigga
Write on the blackboard to teach you hoe-ass niggas the rules, nigga
'Cause ain't nobody showin you niggas how to get money the right way
If you gon' get money, bitch, 'cause you gon'
Fuck everybody money up on the real (on the real)
Now all my hustlers, grinders, and ballers, open up your mind
A lot of niggas hustlin backwards, need to press rewind
It's some niggas playin dirty pool, back alley bandits
They crossin up the trill and, mayne, your boy just can't stand it
Motherfuckers need to be reprimanded and straight checked
These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect
Break your neck to fuck with a nigga that compromise your hood
You doin shit you know ain't cool and to the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Usin youngsters to hit stangs and throw 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
You niggas givin these canaries all these passes
Fuck 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 the hood back
Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back
Off with his head, we takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave your 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 nah, we takin the hood back
You 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, whole bull
Got your bitch lookin mad, why them fingers so full?
I drink oil while you niggas drink Bull
By the bar like Diddy, Fat Bam got pull
And I was taught to hold my own
Hit your spot and lock it down, whether bird or zone, nigga
Hell yeah, I'm 'bout that, shirt, slacks all black
Come through sunny side'll leave your house flat
We grind for the paper, fuck small time, go major
Fuck a cell phone, score pagers, Young Lo Frazier
Shoot good with no laser
And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer
Some killer talk, nigga, and real talk, nigga
Middle fingers around to whoever killed off nigga
And I'm puttin that on Pat, Screw, and Steve
Young Lo, bitch, I clap you and leave
Oh, we takin the hood back
Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back
Off with his head, we takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave your 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 nah, we takin the hood back
You 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 your ass right
You're smart with it, get caught with it, enough to get your ass life
I'm out here in these trenches, ain't no fuckin love on second chance
Multi-offender, lose your ass, you get enhanced
Speak not, keep your mouth shut, investigate the whole play
Make him think it's cool, follow that nigga 'round the whole day
The game ain't the same, it all changed for the worse
Nigga got the less time 'cause he came with it first
See, I disperse the dope amongst convicted felons, strictly G's
No more block shit, rock shit, strictly ki's
I gets my paper, I was taught by older niggas
Cold-blooded killers, dope dealers, soldier niggas
I'm alert, I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top of shit
I'll show you how to stop that bitch
Get ignorant with this chopper, bitch
Tomorrow ain't promised, snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my niggas gon' ride tonight
Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back
Off with his head, we takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave your 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 nah, we takin the hood back
You 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 seats
On parole but I'm cold with the heat
Caddy colder rock baller, 20 chop crawler
Bitches tryna steal my dick, I ain't 'bout to call her
It's a lot of niggas rappin, playin games
I don't see none of that shit that you name
Where the car at? Where the bread at?
Where that girl you say that got that fire head at?
Where the rocks at? Where the Glocks at?
In your mind and on the mic, the only place it's at
That's my lifestyle you're rappin 'bout
I'm havin everything you pussy niggas yappin 'bout
When you seen some cocaine?
You say you got it, nigga, bring me ten thangs
He gotta call his connect and shit
And he ain't got it, you counterfeit, nigga, I'm takin my hood back
Niggas get knocked, goin fed, in 6 months you're back
Off with his head, we takin the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave your 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 nah, we takin the hood back
You in the club like it's good in the hood and you a rat
Click-clack, motherfucker, we takin the hood back