[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I was all alone,✦ car full of niggas✦
How'd I get here? Car full of hittas✦
I was rollin'✦ weed, they was snortin' blow
Such a cool breeze, heart so cold
Step up to the plate, where your money✦ at?
Bobby✦ Brown on cake with a hundred packs
New editions, Lisa✦ Lisa✦
We were secret✦ lovers, had to get a beeper✦
My Atlantic star, not a Notre Dame
Not a student loan, tried to motivate
Continental, my Bentley, this shit should be illegal
Selassie eye in the ghost, thousand bales✦ of that diesel
Lord, go toe to toe with any✦ pussy✦ boy
Fuck, one time for Face and all the Boobie boys
26 inch plates✦ on a 68
Where I'm from a half a key'll set a nigga✦ straight
I just wanna✦ make the car notes✦
Let mama✦ make the pot roast
You should meet me at the car wash
Washin'✦ all 8, that's inshallah
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
So hard in these streets
Gotta✦ pack a pistol✦ plus talk to God in these streets
Go to church, Sunday,✦ Monday,✦ sellin'✦ raw in these streets
Never✦ took it home though, I left it all in these streets
Gotta✦ do what I gotta✦ do
I ain't promotin'✦ no eviction✦ notice✦ on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta✦ do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin'✦ 25 years just to see another✦ first
[Verse 3: Nas]
Speakin'✦ for those squeakin'✦ in them cell blocks readin'✦
To blacks, whites✦ and Puerto✦ Ricans
Brothers with those ankle bracelets, impatient for their releasin'
To make it back to the block, the hatred,✦ the present
Time sure flies, look how many✦ years went by
My young niggas✦ already need hair dye
Alcoholic faces,✦ women✦ bad as a mug
Gettin'✦ fat as fuck
Fried food be addin'✦ up, the system✦ thrives off its victims
They ask how this economic collapse
Can affect people all over✦ the map
Tea party✦ for tax reenactment is whack
The past the past, yo, to my vatos✦ out in the East Los
Nietas✦ on the east coast, shouts to Puerto✦ Rico✦
Dominican✦ Republic people, rep I
Brown and black, we must get it together
The prison✦ industrial complex a fuckin'✦ set up
The Aztec,✦ Olmec,✦ African✦ settled on this land from the get up
I changed my aim, who I'm gon' wet up
When violence is resorted,✦ knowledge is distorted✦
Unless✦ it's payback for brutality
I'm more or less with that, get back
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
So hard in these streets
Gotta✦ pack a pistol✦ plus talk to God in these streets
Go to church, Sunday,✦ Monday,✦ sellin'✦ raw in these streets
Never✦ took it home though, I left it all in these streets
Gotta✦ do what I gotta✦ do
I ain't promotin'✦ no eviction✦ notice✦ on the door
Fuck it, I had to go for broke
Do what I gotta✦ do
Hustle 'til I see the dirt
Riskin'✦ 25 years just to see another✦ first