Lyrics:

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