(feat. Slim Thug, Vicious and Middle Fingaz)

[Verse 1: Bun B]

Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
Open up your mind
A lot of ^!$$%s hustlin backwards

Need to press rewind
Theres some ^!$$%s playin dirty pool
Bad cali bandits

They crossin up the trill
And man ya boy just can't stand it
Motha$#&@as need to be repremanded and straight jacked

These boys is givin the wrong ^!$$%s out here respect
Break ya neck to $#&@ wit a ^!$$% to come from out ya hood
Ya doin %#@! you know aint cool

Until the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Using youngsters they hits stages, whole %#@! on the cool

Matter fact, $#&@ the cool
You ^!$$%s need to hear me
Breakin bread with certified snitches

Don't come near me (don't come near me)
You ^!$$%s givin these canaries all these passes
$#&@in gettin dough wit a snitch

Get in they $$#es
I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101
These hoe $$# ^!$$%s

Don't want nuttin but im takin they hood back

[Chorus: Slim Thug]

^!$$%s gettin knocked, goin fed.
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head

We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo $$# 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong

We takin the hood back
You lawyer aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back

We in the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack motha$#&@a

We takin the hood back

[Verse 2:]

I'm a G hell yea, oh boy
Got ya (*##$ lookin mad
While them fingas so full

I drink all while you ^!$$%s drink bull
But the boy like ?? bam got pool
And I was taught to hold my own

Get your spot n lock it down,
Brotha burna zone, ^!$$%
Hell yea im bout dat

Shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side
Leave yo house flat


[Verse 3:]
For the paper

$#&@ small towns, go major
$#&@ 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 ^!$$%

And real talk ^!$$%
MiddlefFnga's gon' ride on whoever killed our ^!$$%
And I put that on Pat, Screw and steve

Young low (*##$, I clap you and leave
Cuz i'm takin the hood back


[Chorus: Slim Thug]
^!$$%s gettin knocked, goin fed.
In 6 months your back?

Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo $$# 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back

You lawyer aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
We in the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack motha$#&@a

We takin the hood back

[Verse 4:]
An ounce and 8 grams
Enough to get yo $$# right

Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it
Enough to get yo $$# life
From out here in these trenches
Aint no $#&@in love or second chances
Long time offender

Lose yo $$#, get enhanced
Speak not, yo mouth shut
Investigate the whole place
Make em think its cool
While that ^!$$% round the whole day
The game ain't the same

It all changed for the worst
^!$$% got the less time cuz he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons
Strictly Gs, no more glock %#@!, rock %#@!
Strictly keys
I kiss my paper
I was taught to hold a ^!$$%s (own)

Cold blooded killas, dope dealers
Soldier ^!$$%s, I'm alert
I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and %#@!
I show you how to stop that (*##$
Get ignit wit this choppa (*##$
Tomorrow aint promised
Snitch today, die tonight

We know your spot, me and my ^!$$%s gon ride tonight

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
^!$$%s get in, not goin fed
In 6 months your back?
I put his head
We takin the hood back

Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo $$# 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You liar aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
In the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat

Click clack motha$#&@a
We takin the hood back

[Verse 5: Pimp C]
I'm takin back the streets
Thang on the seat
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat

Candy coated rock balla
20 chop crawla
(*##$es tryna steal my dick
I ain't bout to call her
Theres a lot of ^!$$%s rappin, playin games
I don't see none of the %#@!
That you name
Where the car at (uh)
Where the bread at (uh)
Where the girl you say ya got the 5 head at (uh)
Where the rocks at (uh)
Where the glocks at (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic
The only place is at
Thats my lifestyle ya rappin bout
I'm havin everything you #~!!@ ^!$$%s laughin bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it ^!$$%
Bring me 10 thangs
He gotta call his connect and %#@!
And he ain't got you con-vict
^!$$% i'm takin my hood back

[Chorus: Slim Thug]
^!$$%s gettin knocked, goin fed.
In 6 months your back?
Off with his head
We takin the hood back
Damn, i coulda swore they gave yo $$# 10 flat
Now your home, somethin wrong
We takin the hood back
You lawyer aight, but he aint got it like that
Hell naw, we takin the hood back
We in the club like its good
In the hood and you a rat
Click clack motha$#&@a
We takin the hood back