People ask why I walk this way
Protection first is all I say
I got it they want it
Believe it, they'll steal it
Some of them punks just want to feel it
When they see me grip with both hands
It's a black thing they don't understand
It's true they want to take it all
So before they rip you ball for ball
Cup your hand and cover up
[NWH] say grab your stuff
[Chorus ]
Grab it, you gotta grab it
Grab it
Grab it, you gotta grab it
Grab it
You gotta grab your stuff
Four hundred years and it ain't enuff
Suckers still tryin? to take our stuff
Stealin it, swipin it, rippin it, bitin it
They can't grow it so punks try to heist it
[NWH ]ain't down with that
Gotta look out for the black
When they start going for the family jewels
Protect that gear by whatever tools
Cup your hand and cover up
Nwh say, grab your stuff
[Chorus]
Ladies this involves you too
Stand by the man that stands by you
Help him, love him, need him, believe him
Plenty of others will try to defeat him
If your man is wit you
Let no other make issue
When they try to take him down
You can keep him off the ground
Lend a hand and lift him up
[NWH] say, grab your stuff
[Chorus]

Writer : BAUTISTA, JOHN (PKA L.A. JAY) / CUNDIEFF, RUSTY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group