Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast One with the city, fight for sections of land Can't sleep till the check's in my hand It's still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle I don't give a fuck about much but my beloved and such 'Cause nobody to trust but us It's New York life, walk like what you talk like Or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor Every day is war, rhoaming through the wasteland Focused, trying to make grands Hammers poaking out the waistband In this cash race, they can't stand the pace I plan to make millions and marinate Across town my Fam is straight Cash rules, so naturally it had me The temptress teasing me, I lust badly She said "You want professional and records sold? Let it go" And I replied "This is the only life I'll ever know..."
(It's the only life I'll ever know... You know?) I trust, in no one but us Trust, in no one but us Trust, in no one but us
Yeah, years later, hey I made it, no explaining how Walking forward through the fire while it rain down We claim Sex & Slang and aim weapons But still trying to live the +Good Times+ like James Evans And, we'll stick you for your shine (Hustle) Nickel for a dime (Trouble) This you're gonna find (Muscle) If you wanna grind (Struggle) Digits on the mind (Couple) Figures for the crime (Scuffle) Fists or with the nine (Bubble) Living on the line (The line, the line...)