Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

Now we 'bout to get poured up So is everybody with me? Even though we had a lot of nothing were we poor? Did we find a better way of living through this flow? Coming up feeling good right now Lot of love in the hood right now Tell me something if you