24/7 - 365

[Intro: Huey] (Gun shots) Let's go! The fuck it is, nigga H.I.T.Z. Committee, ya dig? This what the fuck we do, man From Que Records, to C.B.E.N.T To the 9-Factor, to mother fucking Trillion Billion Dollar Beats This is what we do! [Hook] 24/7-365 on my grind, cause I, I gotta get mine, I gotta get mine [x2] How you gon' do it, nigga? (One) Hustle hard nigga, (Two) Stack paper, (Three) Cut the line nigga, (Four) Watch haters (One) Hustle hard nigga, (Two) Stack paper, 24/7-365 on my grind [Verse 1: Huey] Since I grind, these niggas have lost they mind Hating because I shine from family to all-kind That's 24/7, everyday of the year Everyday I am here, I gon' make shit clear Fuck you, fuck whoever got something to say 'Bout how I handle my business, I'm a do it my way I am young, I am smart, never small with some heart I can just taste my money when I hit the airport You next to overseas, I can smell the palm trees Guess I'm just a grasshopper, attracted to all green Now listen to Al Green to bring out the old days Wishing O.G.'s was still stuck into they old ways No snitches, no bitching, getting digits by the hour Ignore the phrase, "More money more power" As a Mama's boy I hate to see Mama cry So 24/7 - 365 on my grind, know why? [Hook] [Verse 2: Maino] (Listen) Now I'm a get it, I get it until my numbers call So I'm just a name and a memory on my homie's wall I be movin' O's, I'm tryna just build my dough up So I'm just a slab in a Corrimal with my toes up Niggas deal with jealousy, baby how can they hate on me I'm a keep it thorough I'm not, not a celebrity I'm real like a Phoenix Sun, feel like my day is coming If I can just kill competition, then all the fees will come You can't stunt on I, the whole Summer's mine (Hi Hater) Got the country waving hi and bye Brooklyn to Saint Lou, Brooklyn we can't lose It's hustle hard, I'm a get it til' I can't move [Hook] [Verse 3: Glasses Malone] It's the waterboy, we keep them bottles Jack I tell them haters bye, twist it hard and throttle back What they talking, dollas? We got a lot of that Cash Money Million, now go and swallow that Tricks make it rain, we don't carry ones I'm from 7th Street, now nigga where you from? It's a gang thang, can't it money counters All we do is slang, and pray on out-of-towners Ask around, homie, we some chain-checkers And we are not the same, so lame run yo' necklace It's a new West, the whole game respect us And fuck these old rappers, since they won't accept us Ask around, G., A clown we spit them breezy raps And I would trade you nigga's life to bring Eazy back Man, you niggas wack, you got to coach a dime I'm 'bout to bring us back, look like the coast is mine [Hook]