[Jay-Z]

We together on the same track now, baby

Whatchu gone call us now

[Intro]

Holton street, Dean street

Prezident, Nostrand Ave, Marcy

Orange Ave, RBGs T-Town, who wanna ride

Brooklyn, come on, come on

[Verse 1: stic.man]

Sittin' in the living room on the floor

Hunger pain got me on some migraine shit

But I'm a maintain

Nigga got two or three dollars to my name

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

Ready for the caper, steady plottin' for the paper

We been livin' in the dark since April

On the candle, gotta get a handle

My homie got a twenty-five automatic added to the gamble

Nigga get the phonebook look up in the Yellow Page

Lemme tell you how we finna to get paid

We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver

We gonna stick the twenty-five up in his face

Let's ride, steppin' outside like warriors

Head to the notorious Southside

One weapon to the four of us

Hidin' 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 dough from your pickups

You ran into the wrong niggas

We runnin' down the block hot with these pizza boxes

So we split up and met back at the apartment

[Hook]

Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga

Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga

Hell yeah, ain't you tired of starvin' my nigga

Hell yeah, well let's ride then

Hell yeah, hell yeah

[Verse 2: M-1]

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 face is me

Now it's your turn take my paper work

Like 1, 2, 3 let's make it work

Then, fill out the credit card application

And it's gonna be bout three weeks of waitin'

For American Express, Discover Card

Platinum Visa, Master Card

Cause, when we was boostin' shit we was targets

Now we just walk right up and say charge it

To the game we rockin' brand names

Well known at department store chains

Even got the boys in the crew a few things

Po Po never know who to true blame

Store after store you know we kept rollin'

Wait two weeks report the card stolen

Repeat this cycle like a laundry mat

Like a glitch in the system it's hard to catch

Comin' out the mall with the shoppin' bags

We can take it right back then get the cash

Yeah, get a friend and then do it again

Damn right that's how we paid the rent

[Bridge x2]

Got to get this paper

I'm down for the caper, we steady on the grind

It's a daily struggle, we all gotta hustle

This is the way we survive

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

As long as there's, drugs to be sold

I ain't waitin' for the system to plug up these holes

I ain't slippin' through the cracks

So I'm at Portland, Oregon tryin' to slip you these raps

The first black in the suburbs

You'd think I had ecstasy, percocet, and plus syrup

The way the cops converged, they fucked up my swerve

The first young buck that I served

I thought back to the block

I never seen a cop when I was out there

They never came out there

And out there, I was slingin' crack to live

I'm only slingin' raps to your kids

I'm only trying to show you how black niggas live

But you don't want your little ones actin' like this

Lil' Amy told Becky, Becky told Jenny

And now they all know the skinny

Lil' Joey got his doo rag on

Driving down the street blastin' 2Pac's song (Thug Life baby)

But Billy like Snoop, got his blue rag on

Now before you know it, you back in 'Nam

Now the police, got me in the middle of the street

Trying to beat me blue, black and orange

I'm like hold up, who you smacking on

I'm only trying to eat what you snacking on

[Refrain]

Hell yeah, y'all don't like that do you

Hell yeah, you fucked up the hood nigga right back to you

Hell yeah, you know we tired of starvin' my nigga

Hell yeah, let's ride, hell yeah, let's ride

[Bridge x2]

If you claimin' gangsta

Then bang on the system

And show that you ready to ride

Till we get our freedom

We got to get over

We steady on the grind

Holton Street

Dean Street, click clack

President, Nostrand Ave

Orange Ave

Tee Town, who wanna ride

Brooklyn, come on, come on

We got to get over

Please, steady on the grind