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    We together on the same track now, baby!
    Whatchu gon call us now?!

    Holton Street, Dean Street (click clack)
    Prezident (uh huh) nostril out (DP's) (Marcy)
    Orange Al (RBGs) T-Town (Who wanna ride?)
    Brooklyn, Come on, Come on

    [Verse - stic.man]
    Sittin' in the living room on the floor
    Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit
    But I'm a maintain
    Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name
    And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing
    Ready for our cake, steady plottin for the paper
    We been living in the dark since April
    On the candle, gotta get a handle
    My homie got a 25 automatic added to the gamble
    Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page
    Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid
    We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver
    We gonna stick the 25 up in his face
    Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors
    Head to the notorious Southside
    One weapon to the four of us
    Hiding in the corridor until we see the Dominos car headlights
    White boy in the wrong place at the right time
    Soon as the car door open up he mine
    We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose
    By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes
    You know what this is, it's a stic up
    Gimme the do' from your pickups
    You ran into the wrong niggaz
    We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes
    So we split up and met back at the apartment

    Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)
    Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)
    Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)
    Hell yeah (well lets ride then)
    Hell yeah, Hell yeah

    [Verse - M-1]
    I know a way we can get paid
    You can get down but you can't be afraid
    Let's go to the DMV, and get a ID
    The name says you but the face is me
    Now it's your turn take my paper work
    Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work
    Then, fill out the credit card application
    And it's gonna be bout 3 weeks of waiting
    For American Express, Discovery Card
    Platinum Visa, Master Card
    Cause, when you was spooked as shit then we was targets
    Now we just walk right up and say charge it
    To the game we rocking brand names
    Well known at Department Store chains
    Even got the boys in the crew a few things
    Po Po never know who to true blame
    Store after store you know we kept rolling
    Wait two weeks report the car stolen
    Repeat this cycle like a like a laundry mat
    Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch
    Coming out the mall with the shopping bags
    We can take it right back then get the cash
    Yeah, get a friend and then do it again
    Damn right that's how we paid the rent (hell yeah)

    [Bridge - repeat 2x]
    Got to get this paper
    I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind
    It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle
    This is the way we survive

    [Verse - Jay-Z]
    As long as there's - drugs to be sold
    I ain't waiting for the system to plug up these holes
    I ain't slipping through the cracks
    So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin to slip you these raps
    The first black in the suburbs
    You'd think I had extasy, percocet, and plus syrup
    The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve
    The first young buck that I served
    I thought back to the block
    I never seen a cop when I was out there
    They never came out there
    And out there, I was slinging crack to live
    I'm only slinging raps to your kids
    I'm only trying to show you how black niggaz live
    But you don't want your little ones acting like this
    Lil Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny
    And now they all know the skinny
    Lil Joey got his durag on
    Driving down the street blasting Tupac's song (Thug Life baby!)
    But Billy like Sue, got his blue rag on
    Now before you know it, you backing em
    Now the police, got me in the middle of the street
    Trying to beat me blue, black and orange
    I'm like hold up, who you smacking on?
    I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on

    [Chorus] (Jay-Z)
    Hell yeah (y'all don't like that do you?)
    Hell yeah (you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you)
    Hell yeah (you know we tired of starving my nigga)
    Hell yeah (let's ride) hell yeahhh (let's ride)

    [Bridge - repeat 2x] (w/ Jay-Z ad-libs)
    If you claiming gangsta
    Then bang on the system
    And show that you ready to ride
    Till we get our freedom
    We got to get over
    We steady on the grind

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