[Intro: Backbone & Theresa Hightower]

Baby gotta eat

Yeah (Yeah)

Off the top (Off the top)

Slick partner (Slick partner)

Know about it (Know about it)

Jump back (Jump back)

Come on (Come on, come on)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Backbone]

From front to back street, listen, we on a mission

To get right, work the street corner in the midnight

Picture the scene, these fiends with five

Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that

I'm wit' whateva like Wheatstraw

Stuck servin' my cocaine raw

Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back

Twenty over, now that's mo' money to get

Slick, we finna lick on this corner without gettin' caught

But time, keep a slippin' and money gettin' short

Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin' (f*ck him)

That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin'

But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings

We more precise when we do things

'Cause life like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice

Like five-deuce, four-trey, okay

[Chorus: Backbone]

I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty, gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money in a sweet spot

And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops

I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty, gon' represent it to the T-top

Born and bred up on the street top

Get to the money in a sweet spot

And forever hollerin' “Hootie Hoo!” when we see cops

[Verse 2: Big Boi]

Sh*t, cops and robbers, n*ggas be bound to get them dollars and cents

They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent

Anything goin', you ain't knowin' how much money you spent

But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents

Who hang around you 'cause you be buyin' all the weed and all the chicken

Feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out

When you was broke, though, they was missin'

Now you ridin' 'bout four deep, startin' to tear up your suspension

And your baby mama on child support, my fault, forgot to mention

You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension

I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen

Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated

I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it

Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it

But legislation got this new policy: three strikes and you're ruined

Now where your crew at? Yeah

[Chorus]