That's right, ugh, check it out

Back in tha days where tha people were fresh

It was one MC who had to pass tha test

He was down by law, and he's ready to play

That's right, yawl, it's Hostyle!

Yo yo, yo

Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was parch

Turned on tha boob tube saw tha Million Man March

Tha cops in D.C., had to play scared

Got a wood in my pants looking at the quarters of France

Ants in my pants, so I dance to tha door

Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call

She yelling poems in my sounds swell

I'm like, why, 'cause? A brother can't rise up?

All I'm hearing is fly buzz, hung up

Lighted some bud up, food tighten my gut up

Shouted love up, to those hungry with holes in they clothes

Bitch **** throwing weak shit in tha game

On tha streets, smoke, rollin' leaf and holdin' heat

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha drug pushers and face mushers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Throw ya Henny in tha sky)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha bread winners, tha money getters)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(This is serious B.I.)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha thug chicks who loved it)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this money 'til we die)

Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot

Dime bags I go through, I'm at tha pinnacle of smoke signals

Trees in a tight squeeze, night breeze

'Fore I blow, hair might freeze, somebody give me a light, please

Matter fact, I got matches, I strike these, don

Son, where you coming from? Vernon 41

Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what?

She ignoring me, unless she horny and I got some Trojans on me

I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips, posing for me

I limped over wit' laughter

Told me to meet me a quarter after three, and smack her on tha ass cheek

Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha drug pushers and face mushers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Throw ya Henny in tha sky)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha bread winners, tha money getters)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(This is serious B.I.)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha thug chicks who loved it)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this money 'til we die)

To all dem types that fuck wit me

For Q.B. and so on

Tha Hydra crew, Mike Heron, Jerry Famolari

And my engineer, Max Zzzzz (Zzzzz zzzzz)

Moe Greens, baby

To my man Untouchable Violence, what up

The Sour Dudes, Prince from Powerule

Yeah, to tha Mobb Deep

And to tha Infamous Mobb, that's right

Girl, J Nicky Brown

To my three kids, get down, baby

Yeah, it's on, Fredrick and my man Calito

What, to all my people, ugh

Tha Wu-Hen clique, Terrific, Mud, Explicit

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha drug pushers and face mushers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Throw ya Henny in tha sky)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha bread winners, tha money getters)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this M-O-N-E-Y)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha Henny guzzlers, and tha Henny hustlers)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(This is serious B.I.)

H-O-S-T-Y-L-E

(Tha thug chicks who loved it)

Those them types that fuck wit' me

(Let's get this money 'til we die)