[Chorus: And we gone stay hustling on the block until we And we gone stay showing off jewelry that we bought And we gone stay heated in case it's in and out of 'Cause we gangstas, I don't know what the fuck you thought
[Verse Ludacris] I think that I gotta see a little bit of brighter days 'Cause I 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 a pull and I track 'em, and strack 'em, and whack 'em a nigga for the day to days and I yak 'em, attack 'em, and sack 'em Get a weapon and I 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 at night so talk shit and I'm gonna lift 'em up off of their toes With a sweeper regulating quarters, and ki's, and o's In the two seater, Ludacris and Twista with bags of and choking, get 'em up and croaking It's so potent, I'm hoping to keep on Soaking wet and you can bet, I'm high I'm seeing lions, and tigers and - oh my! And I can't hide it and keep it hidden, good riddance of good I'm weapon-concealing, stealing my Would, could, and should break a 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 it, let's ride, smoke 'dro, beat the trunk All the bad ass bitches that want to party, just shake it, great players get Me and my thugs and hustlers in the party, get money, fuck hoes, get (Look out) Put a little bit of hash and motherfucking purple haze I feel it all over my body, adrenaline with the 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 to get me for the wood Better get the whole motherfucking 'hood to come and give you back up We can get it and if you want to do it I'm leaking the fluids out of the bodies that to come at this If they ever got some blood for fucking with thugs that I My adversaries better not want none of for the city, anybody that different with me got into thinking its a And whether you in my city and I shit I'm to kill him, especially if he say my name I've been known to my business Or I'm gonna stick him up for the scrilla, K-Tilla, smoking on a fat pilla haters that I'm full of Niggaz claiming they wanna a baretta they'll be killas Balling out so hard the size of my rims grows to a sight-scene When the dough become no bigger, I'm gonna still drop that (Throw it up if you...)