Yeah.
Five in the morning, police at my door.
Timberlands running across the hall, wood floor.
Dipped inside the alley to make my escape.
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Tupac tape.
It's always something in the city of dreams.
Young hustlers, sad fucks are just as hungry as me.
Got some niggas out in Jersey loving the bang.
And my niggas out in L .A., they love the same thing.
Cleveland to Atlanta, Sacramento to H -Town.
We all outlaws in the streets as I play around.
Sang on the waistline, hang just to waste time.
Money, I'ma make mine. Respect, I'ma take mine.
Can't take nothing from me, so they wanna take something from me.
Either my life or my money or one of the homies.
Ain't nothing funny about death. It's no sequel.
A cold, cold world with a few good people.
I wake up early in the morning.
Every day I'm thinking, hustle.
If that's not what's on your mind, what's the problem is?
Walk out the door, go to the store.
I see two niggas finna fight and I'm thinking to myself,
what the problem is?
Trying to come up out the gutter.
They keep holding us down and the question still remains,
what the problem is?
Is it me? Is it you?
Is it us as a group?
If it is, then help me figure out the problem then.
It's a little bit safer during the day when the kids is out to play.
When them street lights come on, they better be taking their ass home.
We do our dirt up under the sunlight, but the moonlight is dimmer.
January down to December, through the spring, fall, and winter.
You learn to survive in the ghetto.
Better break a good tooth.
Selling their yayo on the corner.
Nigga, better break a good booth.
Look, Popo is on that ass and them Jackasses on that ass.
Them crackers, they make the laws, but it's the niggas you got to blast.
They so cutthroat, they shy still.
187, the less of the niggas that's frontin', they might be.
The only way your nigga make it out the ghetto, and that's real.
Combat on contact, nigga.
Tear the beat, kill, sweat for God.
The life is serious.
Our heart is near and dear.
There's so many parts to understand this.
I want to smoke the cannabis.
I can't forget the hood.
It represent my struggle, ride money, women, power, respect.
That's the soldier's life.
I wake up early in the morning.
Every day, I'm thinking, what's a whip?
That's not what's on your mind.
What's the problem is?
Walk out the door, go to the store.
I see two niggas finna fight, and now I'm thinking to myself,
what the problem is?
We trying to come up out the gutter.
They keep holding us down, and the question still remains.
What the problem is?
Is it me? Is it you?
Is it us as a group?
If it is, then help me figure out the problem, D.
Cigarettes and this drink and this thing to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
So I smoke and I choke on the hopes to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
Cigarettes and this drink and this thing to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
So I smoke and I choke on the hopes to keep my mind at ease.
Get that money. What's the problem?
Yeah, we riding caddy coupes, stacking like it's Mercedes Benz.
Malibu's in heavy Chevys.
Every day, I'm stacking in some niggas.
I crumple bricks while other niggas, they fumble with it.
Make it out to start a business while other niggas, they crumble with it.
Need work? Well, come and get it.
Best believe that I got mine.
I'm a represent for the OGs and the hustlers that got time.
City says to the penitentiary, from one jungle to the next jungle,
the lab read beats, and I'm always ready to rumble.
Early in the morning, every day, I'm thinking hustle.
If that's not what's on your mind, what's the problem?
Me? Walk out the door, go to the store.
I see two niggas in a fight and I won't think it to myself.
What the problem is?
Trying to come up out the gutter.
They keep holding us down and the question still remains.
What the problem is?
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
As a group, if it is, then help me figure out the problem.
Cigarettes and this drink and this thing to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
So I smoke and I choke, all in hopes to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
Cigarettes and this drink and this thing to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
So I smoke and I choke, all in hopes to keep my mind at ease.
What the problem is?
