[Tony Yayo] Yeah Yo, Word up man f**in cold out here, man My f**in toes is k**in me, man I f**in been on the block all day, man But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man f** man, yo man listen... [Verse 1] Yo we project livin, with plastic on the furniture Little n***as comin up will f**in try to murda ya D's not out, so the coast is clear But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nina. Everybody got a vest New York City's the arena of d**h Yo the strip movin slow, but everybody goin hard Seein more D's than a damn report card Everybody rap now, following these dreams I'mma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends Same gear for a week, wearin dirty cloths All day in the spot, by a dirty stove Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy But I'm only human, so these n***as wanna clap me The drug game over, but there's money to make So n***as clappin at n***as who raise that crime rate [Hook] You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet You n***as push me, for sure I'm gon pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my hood, they hustle, and be on that good sh** Snakes in the gra** be on that bullsh** n***as that's a** stay with a full clip Guns get blast, n***as on that shook sh** So live by the gun, or die by the bullet [Verse 2] The rhymes you spit could embarra** the city When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin the crack You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back New York City, everything move fast Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash China white whizzy movin quickly on the ave The same dope that Whitney in the rehab Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes Got my spot lookin like a soul train line f** doin time, I'm tryin to progress Get that money, n***a, serve ya projects Hustlin homie, that's all I know In the summertime, I could make the whole strip snow [Hook]