Take Tha Hood Back lyrics

by

Three 6 Mafia


[Bun B. - Intro]
Yeah n*gga, the hood is f*ckED up right now
You n*ggas got sh*t all crossed-up, n*ggas got the game real twisted right now
You n*ggas is really hustlin wrong, you n*ggas got your grind wrong, manye
I gotta watch you ho-ass n*ggas
It's time for the teacher to sit back in the front of the class, n*gga
Write on the blackboard and teach you ho-ass n*ggas the rules, n*gga
Cause ain't nobody showing you n*ggas, how to get money the right way
If you gon get money, b*tch, cuase you gon f*ck E'RYBODY money up on the real!

[Bun B.]
Now all my hustlers, grinders and ballers - open up your mind
A lot of n*ggas hustling backwards, need to press rewind
There's some n*ggas playin dirty pool, bad Cali bandits
They crossin up the Trill and man ya boy just cain't stand it
Motherf*ckers need to be repremanded and straight jacked
These boys is givin the wrong n*ggas out here respect
Break ya neck to f*ck wit a n*gga that compromise ya hood
Ya doin sh*t you know ain't cool until the good
Got kids movin work, hustlin by the school
Using youngsters, they hits states, this whole sh*t on the cool
Matter fact, f*ck the cool! You n*ggas need to hear me
Breakin bread with certified snitches, don't come near me (don't come near me)
You n*ggas givin these canaries all these passes
f*ck gettin dough wit a snitch - get in they asses!
I'm teachin classes, Dope Slangin 101
These ho-ass n*ggas don't want, none of Bun - I'm takin the hood back
[Hook: Slim Thug]
n*ggas 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
Your lawyer's all right, but he ain't got it like that..
HELL NAW! We takin the hood back
We in the club like it's good, and in the hood and you a rat
Click-clack motherf*cker! We takin the hood back

[Middlefingaz member #1]
I'm a G, hell yeah! I don't bull
Got ya b*tch lookin' mad while them Fingaz so full
I drank hard while you n*ggas drank Bull
But the boy like Diddy fed, Bam! got pulled
And I was taught to hold my own
Pick your spot and lock it down, brother burna zone, n*gga
Hell yea, I'm bout dat, shirt slacks all black
Come through sunny side and leave yo house flat

[Middlefingaz member #2]
Yeah I grind for the paper, f*ck small towns, go major
f*ck a cell phone, score a pager
It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit {*gunshot*} I don't throw no grazer
Some killa talk n*gga, and real talk n*gga
Middlefingaz' a ridah, whoever killed off n*gga
And I put that on Pat, Screw, and Steve
Young low b*tch, I clap you and leave, ho
We takin the hood back
[Hook]
n*ggas 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
Your lawyer's all right, but he ain't got it like that..
HELL NAW! We takin the hood back
We in the club like it's good, and in the hood and you a rat
Click-clack motherf*cker! We takin the hood back

[Vicious]
A thousand-eight grams, enough to get yo ass right
Ya smart wit it, get caught wit it, enough to get yo ass life
From out here in these trenches ain't no f*ckIN 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 n*gga round the whole day
The game ain't the same at all changed for the worst..
n*gga got the less time cause he came wit it first
See I disperse to dope the most convicted felons - strictly G's
No more Glock sh*t - rock sh*t, strictly keys
I gets my paper, I was taught by older n*ggas
Cold blooded killas, dope dealers, soldier n*ggas
I'm alert (alert), I'm aware (aware), I'm focused, I'm on top of sh*t
I show you how to stop that b*tch, get ig'nant wit this choppa b*tch
Tomorrow ain't promised - snitch today, die tonight
We know your spot, me and my n*ggas gon ride tonight!
[Hook]
n*ggas 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
Your lawyer's all right, but he ain't got it like that..
HELL NAW! We takin the hood back
We in the club like it's good, and in the hood and you a rat
Click-clack motherf*cker! We takin the hood back

[Pimp C.]
I'm takin back the streets, thang on the C..
On parole but I'm cold wit the heat
Candy coated rock baller (ugh!), twenty-chop crawler (ugh!)
b*tches tryna steal my di*k, I ain't bout to call her (ugh!)
Theres a lot of n*ggas rappin, playin games
I don't see none of the sh*t that you name
Where the car at? (uh!) Where the bread at? (uh!)
Where the girl you say that got that "fire head" at? (uh!)
Where the rocks at? (uh) Where the Glocks at? (uh)
In yo mind and on the mic - the only place it's at!
That's my lifestyle you rappin bout
I'm havin everything you pus*y n*ggas yappin 'bout
When you see some cocaine
You say you got it n*gga, bring me ten thaaaaaaangs
He gotta call his connect and sh*t
And he ain't got you co-na-vict - n*gga I'm takin my hood back!

[Hook til fade]
n*ggas 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
Your lawyer's all right, but he ain't got it like that..
HELL NAW! We takin the hood back
We in the club like it's good, and in the hood and you a rat
Click-clack motherf*cker! We takin the hood back
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