whatever you wanna call it

uh-ohhhh!

cold cold time again baby

i'm back in the

back in the

back in the building

juelz santana

dip set bitch

i need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me

it's 'bout that time you know

my hood

my city

my side

whatever you wanna call it nigga i ride

my town

my car

my block

whatever you wanna call it nigga i rock

my state

my strip

my ave

whatever you wanna call it nigga i'm bad

my building

my porch

my stoop

whatever you wanna call it nigga i'm loose

straight for paper

paper chaser

gangsta gangsta

gangsta gangsta

i know my block is a crazy zoo

but it got me crazy glued

i got to make these moves

so i hustle the hardest

i got no team

just a connect and a couple of partners

i keep my street niggaz

my street niggaz

i keep my cheese niggaz

my cheese niggaz

i keep my beef niggaz

my beef niggaz

i keep my weed niggaz

my weed niggaz

keep business business

keep pleasure pleasure

and i never mix it

ever ever

yeah the code of the street

eyes open don't sleep

there go the police

that's why you catch me moving through dolo

moving through solo

steel weapon

steel weapon

niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood

straight shootin up the party in the hood

mafia ties

i'm like gotti in the hood

tellin hoopty on the black maserati through the hood

rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood

now my rims look like ninja stars

nigga i've been the star

i remember when i didn't have shit to bar

now i can lean you a couple of clips

you hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips

come to my strip

you gon see niggaz g'd up cuz

we slangers

gang bangers

and when it comes to squally we strangers

plus

i keep my thug niggaz

my thug niggaz

i keep my blood niggaz

my blood niggaz

spend it all i ain't no cheap ass nigga

i'm always gonna ride this i'm a weed sack nigga

yup!

i represent mine to the fullest

i represent the grind to the fullest

i represent scar time

bar time

hard times

yeah

hard times to the fullest

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 man starving in?

my city

my town

my hood

whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good

we riders

we rollers

we survivors

we soldiers

we don't crack under pressure

we relax under pressure

most of all

we don't rap under pressure

we bang

and we pitch this crack

'till the cops shut us down or waste respect