Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this thing, ya understand We be steamin', blazin', nines pumps and K's and Hollygrove 17th, the hood where I was raised and (what, what, what) Niggas bustin' heads and, runnin' duckin' Feds and (what) Rocks under they tongues and, keys under they beds and Hood full of real bros , 24/7 hustlers (Ugh) until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward No respect for no slut, and no money without power We keepin' people hotter (ugh), nasty and sour Pile up in the Eddie Bauer and blocka at every hour Some niggas like that powder, foldin' up with that drain Some like that weed or that dope and some shoot it up in they veins (oh) From the home of the 'caine, jackin' and crackin' brains Broadcastin' live from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)