[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
This is where them n***as die fast, sell bricks and buy bags
They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash
If you try to pass, take my advice: drive fast
Cause, my man, ain't no escaping when shots blast
You wonder why the cops keep circling, n***as murdering
I ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em
N***as wearin' masks like glasses
N***as got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics
Pants to my knees cause the Glock make it slouch
I can't talk right now, I got three rocks in my mouth
And, woadie, when we enter n***as freeze up like it's winter
And if a n***a whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner
Seventeen representer, you don't like it, do somethin'
And I'll bet you'll see a n***a outside 'bout two-somethin'
And we like to dress in all black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suits cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
[Verse 2: Birdman]
N***a waking up to alley cats and rats
Project bitches that tote gats
N***as kicking the dope, but the crack done smack back
Lil' n***as runnin' through the hallways
While other n***as playin' ball made a court in the driveway
Things ain't the same where I use to play
It's guns and broads
New cars, neighborhood superstars, and hoes smoking cigars
Lil' ones sitting on the car
Watchin' the bus hollering, "Them people comin'!" When that blue car pull up
I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners
I got that work got youngsters on all four corners
You got the quarters, and you got them halves
I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs
Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
And if you don't know that, n***a, tax the bitch

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
It's the return of the click-clackin' downtown pistol packin'
Y'all remember me from back in
The '89 era when killers use to wear mascara
And run through the court causin' terror
Random riot gunshots, government-issued Glocks
That's bakin' soda added with that odor now you got clatch pots
N***as went from [?] to frozen cups
To catchin' cuts, to big ol' nuts
Shorty, I been on missions
Jackin' n***as for Balley competitions
Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs
But that was back in the days
See, n***as done changed they ways
Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades
Now it's a must that n***as bust back when they get cussed at
Or fussed at
Nine-millimeters, Glocks, pumps, riot guns, n***as can trust that

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Birdman]
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
N***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know
More money, more cars, than a n***a could show
And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score
And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor
[Outro: Birdman]
Y'all got to understand
We got this shit on lock, woadie
If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to
I understand n***as kickin' in doors for 20-inch momo's
Whatever it take, lil' daddy
And it don't matter
If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines
If you get caught up, you better believe it
That that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
We hustlin' for sure, fa
Bling-blingin' without a doubt
Like new cars, and pretty broads
And neighborhood superstars
Money
Bitches
Rags to riches