Back To The Hood Of Things

Uh, back to the hood of things
 Finally the TDRE is representing the PA
 So back up and all you loud mouths shut the hell up
 It's time to talk about the rumors we been hearing
 Stab me in my back and when I see you, chump you cheering
 You really jealous 'cause we're doing things, going places
 I should smack the phony smile off your face
 Before I made it, it was Jack Rules Town
 Yeah, so give me 30 cash for a fifty dollar food stamp
 That's the way it was and still is
 But people say we sold out since we hit the business uh
 Uh, so I decided to produce a gangsta swing
 To take it back to the hood of things
 Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things) 4x
 Uh, you used to be down, uh, you used to be poor, uh
 But now you're all that, because you do tours
 People call me Campbell because they think I'm suit
 Up on myself because I made a little loot
 You got famous model Benz, a Rollie through the hood
 Yeah, and the old dirty burger joint still smellin' good
 Uh, to show you ain't a damn thing change
 So come correct fool when you flex my name
 And if you don't punk, I gotta let you know
 Good Times is our favorite show
 Yeah, so here's a little funky gangsta swing
 To take you back to the hood of things
 Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things) 6x
 Ayo, R can we smack 'em with a third verse?
 Hell yeah!
 Well it's the third time the wreck shop'll get busy
 I'm with friends so way more open up so I can make my entry
 I'ma talk about the shit that been killing me
 'Cause you been bumpin' your guns like Wrigleys G
 Sayin' he sounds like this, he sounds like that
 He sounds like this, he sounds like that
 Oh, what the fuck sounds like a nut in the middle of your gut
 Because you're full of jealousy because my fans love me
 Allah gave me talent, uh, so all praises to the Lord, see
 That's why I had to smack you with a gangsta swing
 To take you back to the hood of things
 Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things)
 Well it's the 4th runner-up, last but not least
 It's the C-K-E-L to the Y, G
 You see my brother sold crack for a Benz
 That's when I had to step right up and put my two cents in
 How come you don't shoot craps like you used to?
 None of your business, get out of my face, fool
 Uh, because you're makin' me nervous
 And I'm about to knock you in your teeth
 Some say stone styles'll try to baffle
 I'm the real record and you just a weak sample
 Yeah, that's why he came up with a gangsta swing, uh
 To take you fools back to the hood of things
 Back to the hood of things (back to the hood of things)