[DMX]    Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..    mm..       Chorus: DMX       I gots to make a move and make it soon, uhh    I gots to take a block and make it boom {*BOOM*}    I take the car and hit it with this boom    Now come on, let's get that money!       [DMX]       It's two o'clock and I'm just about to hit the street    Til I knock off this rock I don't get to eat    Sometimes that's like that's the only reason why I hustle    Step on toes, strongarm and show a lil' muscle    Ain't no real dough, that's why a nigga feel so frustrated    I hate it, seein crab niggaz that made it    And I'm robbin cats just as broke as myself    Livin foul and ain't lookin out for my health, where's the wealth?    Not in New York, cause niggaz talk about goin out of state    Money got an eighth, comin back, hot with a lot of weight    Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too    So I'ma do like hungry do, and get a hungry crew    Niggaz that ain't never had, and doin bad    Won't be bad to get up off that stoop lookin sad    Grab your bags, it's about to go down    We goin to this hicktown, let's get the lowdown, on how they get down       Chorus 2X       [DMX]       I gots to make a move and make it soon    Gots to take a block and make it boom    we comin through so make some room    Found somethin that could be somethin if I pump it up    This kid Black is the only thing that could fuck it up    The purple top ?thirty-five smalls a ring of games?    but I'ma crush him with the black 40 double-L's    I send two niggaz back up top, and come back    we chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop    It's four in the mornin, we on the block creepin    Killin the cash, while yo' ass is sleepin    Look here, I'm what they call a true hustler    cause nigga if I ain't know you since I was like six    then I don't trust ya    And we'll bust ya over somethin petty like a few dollars    Put somethin hot up in that ass and watch you holla ("Ahhhhh!")    You think I'm here for the hoe flow? I want the dough flow    and fuck the po'-po', nigga keep a fo'-fo'       Chorus 2X       [DMX]       I spend my money on niggaz cause niggaz get me rich    and a bitch ain't doin shit but suckin my dick    Niggaz is family now, and we stand strong    Thirty niggaz on six blocks, makin the cash long    Shit is good, because niggaz gettin what they been wantin    and we see the same shit, other New York niggaz frontin    Stick up kids huntin, but I ain't got no love for em    I keep the burner and the duster with the glove for em    Them motherfuckin knockers come at us and chop us    and I know they, really tryin to stop us and wanna drop us    So we pump, from the alley and the last house we use as a cash house    It's holdin em strong, it's a stash house    I got runners that work for twelve hour shifts    and when them niggaz keep they count correct, I don't riff    But I ain't tryin to hear that nigga took your pack shit    Ain't tryin to hear jack shit, fuck the black bitch    I ain't a greedy nigga, all I want is a five year run    If I don't make it, then fuck it, let me die near a gun    Got bitches to transport without an escort    I'm makin moves from D.C. up to Westport    Local police ain't a problem cause they don't even stress us    It be them ATF niggaz that have you under pressure    Just so you know, ain't gon' never put my glock down (why nigga?)    Cause I'm a hustlin motherfucker, and I'm holdin my block down       Chorus 2X