[Verse 1] The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can′t knock the hustle But I- it′s like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen And my Jake but I put more ′d′ on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that′s how it is Got insurance on the floor man I′m that positive And I′m shaggy in the saggy lens Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz And you know I put the mags on that .45 mack with the flash on that Who want it Everybody sing along
[Hook x2] Now I′ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I′ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I play concrete
[Verse 2] And when I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the squad To his album we ride we so mob I throw lives and lowest to live For my loaf of bread the people′s player I did what the culture said And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around I′ll knock your shoulder from your head Get it right I′m a soldier till I′m dead This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled I′m pumping o′s with lots of hay I′m so high and really I don′t even know why And oh I just go buy a whole house And lay my mat down lay her back down But I never put my mack down You see the thug in me You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B If you want it then come to me I′m right here
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3] I′m G′d up Only follow the code of the streets Live bad to die good Know how to move when hustling by the days with no food But just so I can eat And ain′t it a bitch And if you see me getting fat I′m probably getting rich And you probably can see me for some crack before six And after that it′s all bricks A fake and my palm is wrapped around this eight And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam I skate with the bomb I′m asking you don′t play with me at all Shots hit your ass and make three of y′all It′ll take three of y′all to fill one of my shoeprints Cuz I did and do shit that′s better than new shit Fit for two clips The kid is a nuisance Awww man, he′s inspired by his own gangsta music And the Blueprint Cruising through stoop with the ewe lit like ooh shit this is more than weed, it′s 500 Degreez
[Chorus] Believe me! It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know (WHAT?!) It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know Believe me! It′s our TIIIIME now to let ′em know (WHAT?!) It′s our TIIIIME now..
[DMX] I like my blunts heavily hashed, bitches heavily assed Joints ready to stash, got ′em ready to blast (WHAT?!) Give ′em plenty and pass, the thing off (woo!) toss that Get pulled over, we already lost that, of course black (uh!) Floss that, lose that, get that? Come up off that You ain′t choose that, but you with that, now spit back (c′mon) Y′all niggaz got me all wrong (WHAT?!) I′m still a grimy nigga (WHAT?!) and I still give it to you, on your song (WHAT?!) I let you niggaz live for a minute, you get goofy Told you go ′head, drop a few albums, I′ll do a movie (aight) But when I come back, c′mon dog, respect my slot (UHH) Ain′t no get in where I fit in, bitch I′m straight to the top (aight) And whoever don′t like it, FUCK YOU FAGGOT, bring it! (WHAT?!) Nigga don′t wanna walk it but, stay tryin to sing it What I gotta start smackin you guys around again? Don′t make no motherfuckin sense, y′all some grown ass men!
[Chorus]
[DMX] I don′t play with you cats like I used to Cause well I ain′t your father (uh-huh) This time it′s gon′ be a little harder Told niggaz to "Do You", courtesy of Flex Put out "... And Then There Was X" and then there was X And then there was X again, ain′t my next of kin Just some hardheaded dickridin grown-ass men (uhh, uhh) C′mon with the bullshit (WHAT?!) please, don′t touch that You might, bust yo′ gun dog but we bust back (aight) And what′s that, a lot of dead homies That ain′t yours (UHH) leave it alone, you don′t know me Respect the nine or catch a wreckless twenty-nine (ahh) For every bone in your spine (ahh) make a nigga recline (ahh) This whole rap shit is mine (WHAT?!) and I′m not sharin (uhh) Niggaz gettin popped every day, not carin (woo!) Peep niggaz starin, but they don′t want NUTTIN Nowadays niggaz get it for frontin, motherfucker! Cocksuckin-ass niggaz!
[Chorus]
[DMX] Now there′s a lot of - bitch niggaz that′s rich niggaz I stick niggaz (uhh) Pick niggaz and hit niggaz I lift niggaz (uhh, uhh) Wannabe player, stay in the park Cause the grownups is over here, and we drinkin (WHAT?!) Fuck is you thinkin? (WHAT?!) X ain′t changed, still with the same shit (uhh) Ain′t with the game shit (uhh) bust leave a stain shit (uhh) Watch the game change quick (WHAT?!) Some niggaz married to the game Nigga like me? Married to the same bitch (c′mon!) I′m a dog from the hood, so I gotta rap from the hood Put a snake and a cat to the wood MAN!! if you, only knew WHAT IT IS!! that I′m, goin through WHEN IT IS!! that I′m, goin through it You ain′t gon let me get ahold of that thing, cause I′ma do it! (woo!) Pop, stop drop watch and roll niggaz (uhh) Hold niggaz dog I can′t control niggaz! (c′mon!)