[chorus]
i gots to make a move and make it soon (uh)
i gots to take a block and make it boom
i take the car, hit it with this boom
now come on, let's get that money!
it's two o'clock and i'm just about to hit the street
till i knock off this rock i don't get to eat (uh huh)
sometimes that's like that's the only reason why i hustle (uh)
step on toes, strong-arm, and show a lil muscle
ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated
i hate it, seein crab niggas that made it
and i'm robbin cats that's just as broke as myself
livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?
not in New York, cuz niggas talk about goin out of state (uh)
money got an eighth, comin back, coppin a lot of weight
where's my plate, nigga? i'm hungry too
so i'ma do like hungry do (what?), and get a hungry crew
niggas that ain't never had, and doin bad
will be glad to get up off that stoop, lookin sad
grab your bags, it's about to go down (uh), we goin to this hick-town
let's get the low-down, on how they get down (c'mon)
[chorus X2]
i gots to make a move and make it soon
gots to take a block and make it boom, we comin through so make some room
found somethin that could be somethin if i pump it up (uh huh)
this kid Black, is the only thing that could fuck it up (uh huh)
the purple top thirty-five smalls are ringin bells (ding!)
but i'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's (c'mon!)
i send two niggas back up top, and come back, we chop
up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
it's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin (what?)
killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin
look here, i'm what they call a true hustler (uh huh)
cuz nigga if i ain't know you since i was like six, then i don't trust ya
and we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars
put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla *ahhhhh*
you think i'm here for the hoe flow? i want the doe flow
and fuck the po-po, nigga keep a fo-fo (c'mon)
[chorus X2]
i spend my money on niggas cuz niggas get me rich
and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick (aight?)
niggas is family now, and we stand strong
thirty niggas on six blocks, makin the cash long (c'mon!)
shit is good, b-cuz niggas gettin what they been wantin (uh)
and we see the same shit, other New York niggas frontin (what?)
stick up kids huntin, but i ain't got no love for 'em
i keep the burner in the dumpster with the glove for 'em
them motherfuckin knockers (uh) come at us and chop us (uh)
and i know they, really tryin to stop us (uh) and wanna drop us (uh, what?)
so we pump, from the alley and the last house, we use as a cash house (uh)
it's holdin 'em strong, it's a stash house (c'mon)
i got runners that work wit twelve hour shifts
and when them niggas keep they count correct, i don't riff (uh huh)
but i ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit (why?)
ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch (c'mon)
i ain't a greedy nigga, all i want is a five year run
if i don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun
got bitches to transport without a escort (uh)
i'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport (uh)
local police ain't a problem cuz they don't even stress ya
it be them ATF niggas that have you under pressure
just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down, (why?) nigga
cuz i'm a hustlin mothafucker, and i'm holdin my block down
