[Chorus: And we gone hustling on the block until we caught And we gone stay off that jewelry that we bought And we stay heated in case it's in and out of court we some gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought
[Verse Ludacris] Sometimes I think that I gotta see a bit of brighter days I confine myself to a city near you in a solid cage And you could to the left and the right, but I'm trapped on center stage And I rap to the beat, but I don't know how to change my wage I still hear a and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em Jack a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and 'em Get a and I crack his brain 'cause I'm hustler, baller, pro And it wouldn't be right for me to be busters, and crawlers, and hoes But I'm a pimp at night so talk and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes a street sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista bags of 'dro and choking, get 'em up and croaking It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on Soaking wet and you can bet, people I'm I'm lions, and tigers and bears - oh my! And I hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of feeling good I'm weapon-concealing, my neighborhood Would, could, and should break a off see you later, go to the doctor, hold my balls and (cough) Because the vapors and I the drawn, brain blown, honey I'm home me the microphone, and fools is like, "leave me alone!"
[Verse Twista] it up if you get high, get blowed, get drunk If you on what I'm on come on and kick it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, players get pumped Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, hoes, get crunk (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and motherfucking purple haze I feel it all my body, adrenaline with the Bacardi got me up and ripping shit in a rage In the confetti with a belly, gucci Timberland stepping on the pedal up in the 'lac Want to get me for the Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you some up We can get into it and if you to do it I'm leaking the out of the bodies that want to come at this If they ever got blood for fucking with thugs that I bury My adversaries not want none of Twis' Represent for the city, anybody that with me got into its a game And you in my city and I talk shit I'm going to him, especially if he say my name I've been known to my business Or I'm gonna him up for the scrilla, from K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla Murder that I'm full of Niggaz claiming they bring a baretta they'll be killas Balling out so hard the of my rims grows to a hellafied sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still that 2003 (Throw it up if you...)