[Verse 1: Bun B]
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Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballas
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Open up your mind
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A lot of niggas hustlin backwards
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Need to press rewind
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There's some niggas playin dirty pool
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Back alley bandits
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They crossin up the trill
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And man ya boy just can't stand it
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Mothafuckas need to be repremanded and straight checked
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These boys is givin the wrong niggas out here respect
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Break ya neck to fuck with a nigga then compromise your hood
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Ya doin shit you know ain' cool
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And to the good
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Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
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Using youngsters they hits stages, whole shit on the cool
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Matter fact, fuck the cool
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You niggas need to hear me
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Breakin bread with certified snitches
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Don't come near me (don't come near me)
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You niggas givin these canaries all these passes
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Fuckin gettin dough with a snitch
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Get in they asses
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I'm teachin classes, dope slangin 101
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These hoe ass niggas
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Don't want none of Bun I'm takin they hood back
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[Chorus: Slim Thug]
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Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
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In 6 months your back?
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Off with his head
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We takin the hood back
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Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
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Now you, re home, somethin wrong
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We takin the hood back
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Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
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Hell naw, we takin the hood back
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You in the club like it's good
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In the hood and you a rat
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Click clack mothafucka
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We takin the hood back
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm a G hell yea, oh boy
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Got ya bitch lookin mad
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While them fingas so full
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I drink hardl while you niggas drink bull
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But the boy like? bam got pool
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And I was taught to hold my own
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Picture spider lock ya down
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Brotha burna zone, nigga
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Hell yea I'm bout dat
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Shirt slacks all black
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Come through sunny side
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Leave yo house flat
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[Verse 3:]
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For the paper
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Fuck small towns, go major
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Fuck a cell phone go pagers
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Young low frazier
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Shoot good with no lasers
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And every shot hit, I don't throw no graza
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Some killa talk nigga
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Some real talk nigga
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We tha fingaz around whoever killed off nigga
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And I put that on? steve
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Young low bitch, I clap you and leave
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Cause I'm takin the hood back
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[Chorus: Slim Thug]
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Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
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In 6 months your back?
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Off with his head
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We takin the hood back
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Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
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Now you're home, somethin wrong
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We takin the hood back
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Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
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Hell naw, we takin the hood back
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You in the club like it's good
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In the hood and you a rat
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Click clack mothafucka
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We takin the hood back
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[Verse 4:]
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A 1008 Grams
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Enough to get yo ass right
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Ya smart with it, get caught with it
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Enough to get yo ass life
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From out here in these trenches
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Ain't no fuckin love or second chances
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Long time offender
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Lose yo ass, get enhanced
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Speak not, keep yo mouth shut
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Investigate the whole place
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Make em think it's cool
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Follow that nigga round the whole day
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The game ain't the same
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It all changed for the worst
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Nigga got the less time cause he came with it first
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See I disperse to dope amongst convicted felons
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Strictly Gs, no more glock shit, rock shit
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Strictly keys
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I Get my paper
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I was taught older niggas
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Cold blooded killas, dope dealers
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Soldier niggas, I'm alert
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I'm aware, I'm focused, I'm on top and shit
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I show you how to stop that bitch
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Get ignit with this choppa bitch
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Tomorrow ain't promised
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Snitch today, die tonight
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We know your spot, me and my niggas gon ride tonight
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[Chorus: Slim Thug]
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Niggas gettin' out, goin fed
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In 6 months your back?
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Off with his head
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We takin the hood back
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Damn, I coulda swore they gave yo ass 10 flat
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Now you're home, somethin wrong
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We takin the hood back
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Your lawyer aight, but he ain't got it like that
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Hell naw, we takin the hood back
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You in the club like it's good
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In the hood and you a rat
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Click clack mothafucka
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We takin the hood back[
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[Verse 5: Pimp C]
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I'm takin back the streets
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Thang on the C
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On parole but I'm cold with the heat
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Candy coated rock balla
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20 chop crawla
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Bitches tryna steal my dick
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I ain't bout to call her
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There's a lot of niggas rappin, playin games
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I don't see none of the shit
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That you name
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