(feat. Hell Rell) [Intro] Uh-ohhhh! Cold cold time again baby I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building Juelz Santana (Aye!) Dip Set b**h I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me It's 'bout that time you know [Chorus] My hood, my city, my side Whatever you wanna call it n***a I ride My town, my car, my block Whatever you wanna call it n***a I rock My state, my strip, my ave Whatever you wanna call it n***a I'm bad My building, my porch, my stoop Whatever you wanna call it n***a I'm loose [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 (d**) I got no team Just a connect and a couple of partners I keep my street n***az, my street n***az (yup) I keep my cheese n***az, my cheese n***az (Yup) I keep my beef n***az, my beef n***az (yup) I keep my weed n***az, my weed n***az 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, steel weapon [Chorus] [Hell Rell] n***az always catch the bodies in the hood (yup) Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh) 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 (remember) Now my rims look like ninja stars n***a I've been the star (I ain't have sh**) I remember when I didn't have sh** 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 n***az G'd up cuz We slangers (slangers) Gang bangers (east-side) And when it comes to squally we strangers, plus I keep my thug n***az, my thug n***az I keep my blood n***az, my blood n***az Spend it all I ain't no cheap a** n***a I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack n***a, YUP! [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah) I represent scar time, bar time, hard times Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah) 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 n***a 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 [Chorus - repeat to fade]