[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah
Hood curriculum

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
We bust you like lead blocks, pinpoint like red dots
Start taking aim, nothing to the body only head shots
Grind hard and move weight, all work at a fixed rate
Jack a fool today then tomorrow sell him a mixtape
Our paper's roll like bowl game, the more love the more pain
Hustlers on a highway with a trunk load full of cocaine
We leave you at a standstill, hit you like an anvil
Acting like you gangster 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 Lawn
Come down with ya price man, we ain't gonna say it twice man
My hood holds the records for most cats murdered in dice games
Whether rich man or poor man, I never feared no man
My foe ran, I chased him down and trapped him with my slow hand
And every street's a fast street, thirteen year-olds blast heat
And every five or ten minutes a hater gets his ass beat

[Chorus 2x: K-Rino]
If they disrespect the hood rules knock them down fast
One thing and we don't like is people playing with our cash
If you scared to ride say that, gangsters don't play that
Wherever you pull a stunt is where ya body gonna lay at
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
You better get your pride up before them killers ride up
You walk inside your crib and find your whole family tied up
Them boys is on the down low, speaking with they close friends
And the average girl done messed around with more women than most men
We stack loot like Plywood from your hood to my hood
I hate to see my people broke I'd help 'em all if I could
You hungry, get your head right and then go and get your bread straight
Anybody in your clique who ain't about paper is dead weight
Snitching will get you head black, attack and blow your wig back
You parked your car at night off in the projects, shouldn'ta did that
And hustle is a chess game, better make the right move
And boys committing more crimes in the daylight than the night fool
If Plan A don't work out, I'll push it up to Plan Z
The only language I speak is money in my hand, G
And never trust nobody man the whole game is wicked
Boys selling out quick as two dollar Super Bowl tickets

[Chorus 2x: K-Rino]

[Verse 3: K-Rino]
I'm from the city where they glorify bullshit like codeine
Half the dudes I grew up with either sell dope or dope-fiends
But it's to fight and who got partners better bring the right ones
When it comes to cop sometimes the black ones be worse than the white ones
Had a deal to pump your 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 gon' hold it down for every soldier in the jailhouse
Man these streets won't let you pass, rob you fast without a mask
Leave your ass on the side of the road like a motherfucking car that ran out of gas
Boys get on you like a rash, keep your dough and look for cash
Went to the room with a prostitute then fell asleep and she beat you and took your stash
If you keep it one hundred I'll promise it's all good fool
Whatever town you live in you better learn these hood rules
And hope you suck the knowledge up, the shife don't even try it
'Cause by the time you learn the game is too late to apply it
[Chorus 2x: K-Rino]