[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, nigga, I ride
My town, my corner, 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 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 niggas, my street niggas (yup)
I keep my cheese niggas, my cheese niggas (Yup)
I keep my beef niggas, my beef niggas (yup)
And I keep my weed niggas, my weed niggas
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'
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, nigga, I ride
My town, my corner, 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 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 niggas, my street niggas (yup)
I keep my cheese niggas, my cheese niggas (Yup)
I keep my beef niggas, my beef niggas (yup)
And I keep my weed niggas, my weed niggas
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'
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