[Intro: Juelz Santana]
Uh-oh
Cold, cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dipset, bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time, you know

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I ride
My town, my corner, my block
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm proof

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper, paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta, gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs), I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street n***as, my street n***as (yup)
I keep my cheese n***as, my cheese n***as (Yup)
I keep my beef n***as, my beef n***as (yup)
And I keep my weed n***as, my weed n***as
Keep business, business, keep pleasure, pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever, yeah, the code of the street
Eyes open, don't sleep (whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police, that's why
You catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, still reppin'
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I ride
My town, my corner, my block
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm proof

[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
N***as always catching bodies in the hood (yup)
Stay shootin' up a party in the hood (uh-uh)
Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tint a hoopty or the black Maserati through the hood
Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
N***a, I've been a star (been a star)
I remember when I didn't have shit to borrow (I ain't have shit)
Now I can lend you a couple of clips
You hungry, homie, you could eat a couple of clips
Come through my strip, you gon see n***as G'd up
'Cause we slangers (slangers), gang bangers (eastside)
And when it comes to squally, we strangers plus
I keep my thug n***as, my thug n***as
I keep my blood n***as, my blood n***as
Spend it all, I ain't no cheap ass n***a
I'm always gonna ride 'cause I'm a weed sack n***a (Yup!)
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I ride
My town, my corner, my block
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm proof

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, our time to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million men starving and sh-
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, what's good?
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure, we relaxed under pressure
Most of all, we don't rat under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Til the cops shut us down or our wigs pushed back
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I ride
My town, my corner, my block
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stoop
Whatever you wanna call it, n***a, I'm proof