[DMX]
  Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..
  mm..
  [Chorus: DMX]
    I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh
  I gots to take a block and make it boom (BOOM)
  I take the car and hit it with this boom
  Now come on, let's get that money!
    [DMX]
  It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street
  Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat
  Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle
  Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle
  Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated
  I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it
  And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself
  Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?
  Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state
  Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight
  Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
  So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew
  Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad
  Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad
  Grab your bags, it's about to go down
  We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down
    [Chorus 2X]
    [DMX]
  I gots to make a move and make it soon
  Gots to take a block and make it boom
  we comin through so make some room
  Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up
  This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up
  The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games?
  but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's
  I send two niggaz back up top, and come back
  we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
  It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin
  Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin
  Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler
  cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six
  then I don't trust ya
  And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars
  Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!")
  You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow
  and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo'
    [Chorus 2X]
    [DMX]
  I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich
  and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick
  Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong
  Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long
  Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin
  and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin
  Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em
  I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em
  Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us
  and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us
  So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house
  It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house
  I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts
  and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff
  But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit
  Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch
  I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run
  If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun
  Got bitches to transport without an escort
  I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport
  Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us
  It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure
  Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?)
  Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down
    [Chorus 2X]