it s a cold fuckin world getting worse everyday we gotta make this money we gott 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 can t 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