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