Holton Street

Dean Street (click clack)

President (uh huh)

Nostril out (DP's)

Orange Al (RPG's)

Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)

Brooklyn

Come on, Come on



Sittin' in the living room on the floor

All the pain got me on some migraine shit

But I'm gonna maintain

Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name

And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing

Ready for a cake

Better plot for the paper

We been living in the dark since April

On the candle

Gotta get a handle

My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper

Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page

Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid

We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver

We gonna stick the 25 up in his face

Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors

Head to the notorious Southside

One weapon to the four of us

Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights

White boy in the wrong place at the right time

Soon as the car door open up he mine

We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose

By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes

You know what this is

It's a stick up

Gimme the do' from your pickups

You ran into the wrong niggaz

We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes

So we split up and met back at the apartment



Hell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)

Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)

Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)

Hell yeah (well lets ride then)

Hell yeah, Hell yeah



I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraid

Let's go to the DMV

And get a ID

The name says you but the fates is me

Now it's your turn take my paper wor