Shut up We come from the city where, Everybody know! We play no games, When We get this dough! We stop at nothing, Gotta get whats mine! Cant stop this shit, I kkow its time. Hustle hard through alley ways. Aint been too sleep, In about 8days. Seeing shit, gettin peranoid. Cant trust these niggas. Man They out for yours. In the hood they neva sleep, Lurkin through every One of them streets. Worried bout the money, How the stress gone kill. Niggas gonna kill, To get the stress out they mind. No regrets, the hood ain't scared, Well sign for that time! Mothafucka its fine! Cant scare us we too alive , Niggas 94, And still on the grind! Chorus: Makin money gotta get it right! Gettin right, get up this time! Got Satan on my shoulder Whisperin "your mine". Cause the hood get a hold, Of everybody in time. Even if we dont give a fuck. We still got love. For the nigga locked up, Handcuffed. You see the hood stand strong Even when our pressident, wanna see us fucked off. No love! (X2) Verse2: Look around man take a minute Soak it up, look how we livin. You aint happy and he aint proud, Shit goin south, Mommaloosin her house You aint mad, cause you run about. Instead of helpin out, Askin for a hand out. All we want is a little recognition. But no attention, Man The rich dont listen. Fuck em all, 2 fingers up! To everyone , who aint give a fuk. Seen the H pick itself back up, goes to show, they dont need no help!comin up they hatin now, With all these wins, i came about! Mad at me, its plain to see. But i give no fcks, Nigga imma do me!