Hey I remember when I came came

I didn't have to ask nobody in the streets to scream my name name

'Cause we got a lock on this whole city

And got a key to the Dirty South and the South coast now play with me

So bring your semi thirty art thirty

If you put your hands on a Calhoun player it's gon' get dirty dirty

And everybody trying to claim boss

But that's just talk you don't really wanna turn these mics off

They trying to slick us with our own slang

Using our words like back and forth, just calling us up out our name

See and for that they gonna pay, pay

Everything they did in one week, I'ma do in one day

You can say that it's about to start

Don't call us rappers, 'cause nowadays a rapper ain't considered smart

So I just stay away from those haters

And anybody in my clique who roll with me, you a Creator

So it's like, who do you believe in

Just like the hustler came back once, the clock is gon' strike twelve again

And I'm most requested in my old hood

>From Martel to Springdale, and all through Club Candlewood

You can ask Cool Cane or Dre-High

Either Po-boy, Dirty Red, or they ?gon' cut? I'm fire, fire

And they consider me that raw, raw

And your partners where you represent they say you got that flaw, flaw

And Cool Breeze, he got that hard, hard

And ain't nobody taking nothing, and don't want nothing to start, start

So when I'm riding through the hood, hood

They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good

[Chorus X2]

That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD

>From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD

That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD

>From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD,