Lyrics

[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' [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 2: Hell Rell] Niggas always catching bodies in the hood (yup) Stay shootin' up a party in the hood (uh-uh) Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood Tint a hoopty or the black Maserati through the hood Remember when we used to play karate in the hood (remember) Now my rims look like ninja stars Nigga, I've been a star (been a star) I remember when I didn't have shit to borrow (I ain't have shit) Now I can lend you a couple of clips You hungry, homie, you could eat a couple of clips Come through my strip, you gon see niggas G'd up 'Cause we slangers (slangers), gang bangers (eastside) And when it comes to squally, we strangers plus I keep my thug niggas, my thug niggas I keep my blood niggas, my blood niggas Spend it all, I ain't no cheap ass nigga I'm always gonna ride 'cause I'm a weed sack nigga (Yup!) [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 3: 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, our time 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 men starving and sh- My city, my town, my hood Whatever you wanna call it, nigga, what's good? We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers We don't crack under pressure, we relaxed under pressure Most of all, we don't rat under pressure We bang, and we pitch this crack 'Til the cops shut us down or our wigs pushed back [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