It's a cold fuckin' world getting worse everyday.
We gotta make this money we gotta get paid.
No matter how hard times get,
I always know where i'm from, I fuckin' love where I'm at.
No matter how you're livin', this is the life you've been given.
You gotta hustle for yours until your pockets get fat.
You gotta know where you're from,
You gotta love where you're at.
Pour some liquor out for the ones we've lost.
But the ones that survive, always keep by your side,
Til the day that you die,
Keep your fist in the sky.
REP YOUR HOOD!
My friends have always got my back when we walk these streets,
So i keep them close to my heart like a Jacob Piece.
We'll be down till the day we're dead in the ground,
We're the kings of this shit,
You cant touch this crown.
From the dirty fuckin' south,
To the wild fuckin west.
You gotta hold you and yours down,
who gives a fuck about the rest.
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