Yeah!
Hood curriculum
Yo!

We bust mood like lead blocks, pin point like red dots
Start taking aim, nothing to the body homie head shots
Grind hard and move weight, all work at a fix rate
Jack a fool a day then tomorrow sell him a mixtape

Our paper's roll like bowl game, no love to mo pain
Hustler's on a highway with a trunk load full of cocaine
We leave you at a standstill, hit'cha like a Amville
Acting like you gangsta when you not can get a man killed

We hit up without knowing, every tooth in ya mouth gone
Got love for all my hood chicks from Hallistock to South Laurel
Come down with ya price mayne, we ain't goin say it twice mayne
My hood holds the records with most cats murdered in dice games

With a rich man or poor man, I never feared no man
My fo ran, I chase him down and trap him with my slow hand
And every street's a fast street, thirteen-year-old blast heat
And every five or ten minutes a hater gets his ass beat

[x2:]
If they disrespect the hood rules knock em down fast (down fast)
One thang and we don't like us people playing with our cash
If you scared to ride say that (say that) you gangsta don't play that (play that)
Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body goin lay at

Ya better get'cha pride up, before them killers ride up
You walk inside ya crib and find ya whole family tied up
Them boys is on the down low, speaking with they close friends
An average girl done messed around with more women than most men

We stack loot like Plywood, from yo hood to my hood
I hate to see my people broke I'd help em all if I could
You homie get'cha head right, and they goin get'cha bread straight
Anybody in yo clique who ain't about paper is dead weight

Snitching will get you head black, attack and blow ya wig back
They parked your car and ride off in the projects shouldn't did that
And boys committing mo crimes then the daylight than the night fool

The plan they don't work out, I push it up the plant seed
The only language I speak is money in my hand G
And never trust nobody mayne the whole game is wicked
Boys selling out quick in two dollar super bowl tickets

[x2:]
If they disrespect the hood rules knock em down fast (down fast)
One thang and we don't like us people playing with our cash
If you scared to ride say that (say that) you gangsta don't play that (play that)
Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body goin lay at

I'm from the city where they glorify bullshit like codeine
Half the dudes I grew up with would either sell dope or dope-fiends
When we kinda fighting who got robbed they better bring the right ones
When it comes to cop some kind of black one, be worse than the white ones

Had a deal to punk ya bread up, they jacked you when y'all met up
The chick you was in love with was the one that had you set up
And long after you bail out, I'm staying on my mail route
And still goin hold it down for every soldier in a jailhouse

Man these streets won't let'cha pass, rob ya fast without a mask
Leave yo ass on the side of the road like a muthafuckin car that ran out of gas
Boys get on you like a rash, keep your doe and look for cash
Went to the room with a prostitute that she'll sleep with'cha, beat'cha and took ya stash

If you keep it 100 I'm promise it's all good fool
Whatever town you live in you better learn these hood rules
And hope you something knowledge ya, shife don't even try it
Cause by the time you learn the game is too late to apply it

[x2:]
If they disrespect the hood rules knock em down fast (down fast)
One thang and we don't like us people playing with our cash
If you scared to ride say that (say that) you gangsta don't play that (play that)
Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body goin lay at