this a story bout some young hittas jumped off the porch at 13 with my hittas we were on the Northside, some go getters tended to work the bitches beyound measures we ain't need hammers, we aint need extensions still had them southsiders jumping over fences we really from the trenches yeah and if we had to pull the sticks out we was on business yeah even though we was some wild niggas we respected our elders First time i got out the county jail i had never felt better we made it through stormy whether we all moving more clever tryna get up out this hood and buy our mamas a new house putting all this work in cuz that's what it's about and some of us got kids, gotta put food in they mouths clothes on they backs, and just hold our families down this a story bout some young hittas jumped off the porch at 13 with my hittas we were on the Northside, some go getters tended to work the bitches beyond measures now we on the come up, real hittas on the rise still fuck with my day ones, yeah they still my guys we getting to the money so you know we rolling out got a Chevy Impala but im tryna ride foreign now i had a dream, man i had a vision that i pulled up in a G wagon sitting on 26s with my queen present and the music blasting yeah a chocolate bunny showing off her pretty eye lashes me and my hittas always kept the baddest bitches me and my hittas always said we were going to bag the riches me and my hittas always been ambitious yeah and now we bout to get up out the trenches yeah this a story bout some young hittas jumped off the porch at 13 with my hittas we were on the Northside, some go getters tended to work the bitches beyond measures