Now roll back in ’the street, work, and stackin’ my bread, the song in the hood, ’cause I got plenty to spare, and a brand new Cadillac, on some brand new feet, a brand new breed shinin’ like a G, still ride wit’ AK’s, still a sweep the street, but i’m a weird G, I ain’t got no time for beef, I don’t train for nuttin’ nigga, imma’ part of the street, and live life everyday, like it’s a party to me.
Bitch I’m FO’ sho’ wit’ it, if it’s money to be made, well imma’ go get it, Split it wit’ ’da hood, and den get some throw wit’ it. Catch me swerving’ through your hood, no he didn’t did he. Straight up sippin’ on some hen, I ain’t no go get it. I leave the tapes for the supper. Separate the hard motherfucker from all the bust (from all the bust). To the grinder’s in the hustle, so I know ’dat you feel me. Put your hood up in ’da air, represent for your city.
[Chorus Ludacris, Lil’ Jon, Jermaine Dupri, and Bone Crusher]
[Lil’ Jon:] Yaahh! [Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck nigga! [Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what [Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck nigga! [Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what [Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck! [Jermaine Dupri:] Say what, say what [Ludacris and Bone Crusher:] If you don’t give a damn, we don’t give a fuck nigga! (Nigga!) Lil’ Jon: Don’t start no shit, it won’t be no shit! Lil’ Jon: Don’t start no shit, it won’t be no shit! Lil’ Jon: Don’t start no shit, it won’t be no shit! Lil’ Jon: Don’t start no shit, it won’t be no shit!