[DMX]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..
mm..
[Chorus: DMX]
I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh
I gots to take a block and make it boom (BOOM)
I take the car and hit it with this boom
Now come on, let's get that money!
[DMX]
It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street
Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat
Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle
Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle
Ain't no real dough, that's why a n***a feel so frustrated
I hate it, seein crab n***az that made it
And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself
Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?
Not in New York, cause n***az talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight
Where's my plate n***a? I'm hungry too
So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew
n***az that ain't never had, and doin bad
Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad
Grab your bags, it's about to go down
We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
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
This kid Black is the only thing that could f** it up
The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games?
but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
I send two n***az 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
k**in the cash, while yo' a** is sleepin
Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler
cause n***a 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 a** and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!")
You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
and f** the po'-po', n***a keep a fo'-fo'
[Chorus 2X]
[DMX]
I spend my money on n***az cause n***az get me rich
and a b**h ain't doin sh** but s**in my dick
n***az is family now, and we stand strong
Thirty n***az on six blocks, makin the cash long
sh** is good, because n***az gettin what they been wantin
and we see the same sh**, other New York n***az frontin
Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em
I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em
Them motherf**in knockers come at us and chop us
and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us
So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house
It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house
I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts
and when them n***az keep they count correct, I don't riff
But I ain't tryin to hear that n***a took your pack sh**
Ain't tryin to hear jack sh**, f** the black b**h
I ain't a greedy n***a, all I want is a five year run
If I don't make it, then f** it, let me die near a gun
Got b**hes to transport without an escort
I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport
Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us
It be them ATF n***az that have you under pressure
Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why n***a?)
Cause I'm a hustlin motherf**er, and I'm holdin my block down
[Chorus 2X]