Down South huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
and won't hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off
c-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger
strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 glocks
dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin heat bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe
at the fuckin club the jackers run the place
but I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances
cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
a nigga aint' shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow
they find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis down south hustler
Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,
Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my dividends
Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends
hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali
dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
but I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way
dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits
fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive
if you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips
but if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip
skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.
deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin
ain't hard to see where I'm commin from
cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task
only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past
nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
for the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
so peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas
and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin
Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind
got to feed the family chased by the one- time
but dem laws couldn't mace me
it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase P
where should I go where should I go
I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store
changed my t-shirt fled out the back door
2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope
cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll
dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro
and the game get deep down south
cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah
gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay
yo G man it's everyday
drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
delta 88 gold thangs and zags
but we dont' flip flop
we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)
fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler
Hustlin because I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow
If I said it, I meant it nigga...
We all in... everything's taylored
And fuck it, we ain't gotta go to the store no more
I got my own papers baby girl, I'm finna get my own weed too
Get you a pound and let you roll that shit
(Verse 1)
Uh, I'm rollin up the windows while I'm smoking weed
Driving through my town like I don't know the speed
Countin so much paper I can't fold it up
Bad bitch, she sucks me while I'm rollin up
Yeah bitch, you probably see me everywhere
Money long, now my house got tv's everywhere
Literally everywhere you turn you see a flat-screen
New bitch...looked nothing like my last fling
Ridin in a Maserati nigga no shirt
Niggas probably hatin on me but it won't work
Camo shorts on like a general
Mind on a meal blowin on medicinal
(chorus)
I'm just a young nigga hustliiiiiiiiin yeah...
Hustliiiiiiiiiiiiiiinn yeah... (X2)
(Verse 2)
Been through every nigga town, neva had a problem
Young millionaire, never had a job though
Throw that money up and watch her hit the ground
As long as your money up she said it's goin down
Brought her homegirl said that she don't do friends
Kicked the bitch out and make her find new friends
Should I get hella high or buy some new rims
745 or a new benz
I take every day and live like it's the weekend
Doin it all if you ain't ballin, take a seat then
If I said it, I meant it....throw a stack at that bitch'ass
and make her pay her rent with it
(chorus)
I'm just a young nigga hustliiiiiiiiin yeah...
Hustlin... out here...
I'm out here, hustlin
I'm just thinkin 'bout gettin back home to you babe
I'm out here, hustlin
You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you
Hustlin - let's get more freedom
in my future, so we can ball (out here)
So we can sip champagne, and puff that mary jane
And you can fly first class on an airplane
Jeah, ay, let's go man
I remember comin up, used to hate to get on the bus
Dreams of gettin paid and makin the big bucks
Started to get a little then couldn't get enough
Let me in, I'ma win nigga I don't give a fuck
The environment sucks but the bread ain't bad
The broads, don't fuck 'em all but the head ain't bad
I'm young, rich and legit; think the Feds ain't mad?
Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad
Dag, damn nigga ya ain't have to brag
This'll never pay, remember when you said that bad?
The nigga still thinkin I blew up so fast
J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last?
This for my niggaz tryin to flip yo' cash
'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass
Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag
Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash
Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov'..
I know some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me
Cause I got a big-ass crib in Miami (what else?)
Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay)
And most broads find it hard to understand me
But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me
is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy's
Haters wanna damage me but King you'll never be
Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony
Then holla at me when you've been on Dave Letterman
Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant
Lames wanna hear that real shit and I'm tellin it
Trained the game to be sold and I'm sellin it
Chasin a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant
We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you'll never win
Simply cause a loser's somethin I've never been
If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then
Hustlin... out here...
Everyday I'm hustlin', hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Who you suckers think you trippin' with? Yes, I'm the boss
Seven forty-five, white on white, that's Rick Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
I keep 'em comin' back, we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them pretty thangs flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty, playa, we buy the whole thang
See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thang
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black, I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
We never steal cars but we deal hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
Ain't 'bout no funny stuff, still flippin' them chickens
I'm on my money stuff, still whippin' them Benzs
Major league, who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They're flyin' over Pacifics to be specific
Triple C's, you know it's back, we holdin' sacks
So n***, go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week, them *** spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' 'bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me
See all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me
Goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no 22's, Magnum cost me twenty two
Sat it on them 22's, birds go for twenty two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she 22
She seen them 22's, we in room 222
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution, so I'm convertin' the work
In the M I A yo, them *** rich off yayo
Steady slangin' yayo, my Chevy bangin', hey yo
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Uh, T.S.!
None better
Life of a hustler
Yo, yo, yo
Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies
Supplyin' customers and keep it free, suspended in time
Pop another thug that's tryin' to stop a scream but they dyin'
Hoppin' all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines
They got that energy, confident and always aware
Who's watchin' them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year
And just, nod and stare and show no fear
'Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin' a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state, this shit is real
And you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels
Some be creepin', some be squealing on the deal with the F E D
Some of them sleep in six feet 'cause they skrilled
Fuckin' with hustlers you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Seems like the style, now is rappin', how you push packs in large amounts
And never spend a day in life movin' them cracks about?
That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin' they lips
And gettin' me in the middle of shit with other niggaz
And real dealers don't be yappin' on the phone
What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin' a joke
There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin' with holes
Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin' is the key to success, and on that note
I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
Fuckin' with hustlers, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers, a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump hustlin'
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin' niggaz, all my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz flippin' bricks out there, yeah
All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits
In the pourin' rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin' the C.I. in the rain, y'know? Cup-O-Noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco
And I'm a hustler, you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers, a little thug's role model
Where the snub full of hollows tryna earn a little power
He a hustler, some of us locked for eternity
Was shot down and murdered in beef or turnin' for police
Hustlers, yeah, you know what the sparks done
Some say that I'm worried, no homie I'm cautious,
Sleep with one eye open case somebody approaches.
Shit. I hardly trust no one just a chosen few,
Ain't no tellin what's some men for some money will do,
Like some VIP soldiers just call me the gambler,
Deal the cards, roll the dice, money's all on the
table,
I ain't worried about what tomorrow's g'on bring,
I don't fear being hated, Understand what I am saying,
I don't fear being hated, I done been there before,
In the dark, in the cold I been left out alone,
I ain't worried about nothing, It's my family I
treasure.
Not the future, my career, Nothing lasts forever,
When your dead nothing matters, you ain't takin nothin
with you,
Not the money, not the thoughts of you hoping that they
miss you,
But while I am here I'm a go for it all.
Cause I'm a hustler Motherfucker, I'm a ball will I
fall
[CHORUS:]
One, two you know what do, Just hustlin'
One, two you know what do, Just hustlin'
It's time to break the chain and escape the pain,
Too much loot in the game gotta stake my claim,
You rappers want a taste of fame, And go out chasin
dames,
I'm a corner the market, Cause I got gate to gain,
I'm gonna split profit and expand,
Cause money and power, homie go hand in hand,
I'm just hustlin serving the friends who got the jones,
From microphones, I pay cash for what I own,
In my zone, see it in my face and you know,
Going metal to metal in every ghetto to ghetto,
I'm at the threshold for somethin' epic,
Expect it my work ethic is nothing shorter than
breathless,
From Cali to Florida and every corridor around this
whole globe,
This track is kickin with that old soul,
I'm gonna blow it up, tone up my vocals,
Whether TV or film etc. I'm goin global
[Kurupt]
Yeah, nigga, nigga
No disrespect to you East coast
The West coast we got heat too
We gon' keep it real G'd up
(Y.A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt)
[Verse One]
Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin
Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets
I'm a rider, dat's why I got that tat
And a provider, jazz got a lot I ain't had
I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column
Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom
I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify
Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences
[Chorus: patois speaker - best guess]
Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney
[?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly
It was because I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me
Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me
[Kurupt]
Pistol's my specialty, and uh
I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh
Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh
I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh
Hey girl, what the fuck's the deal? And uh
You want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uh
Sixty-four Chevy's all on D's, and uh
Overdosin to West coast MC's, and uh
And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang
Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang
Since I [?] opposition position switch the game
Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropper
Tanqueray and vodka
One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper
Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers
I'ma keep it gangster y'all, fuck what the rest say
Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese
So please pay attention, this street shit is serious
My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods
Contact your label, bring your best artists-es
Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit
Entourage rider, we eatin Budweiser
Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver
[Chorus]
[Kurupt]
(The hustlin is hard) Break 'em down nigga
(It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what
(We say the hustlin is hard) Please let's roll these suckers
(It get rough and get it tough in my yard)
mike jones who?? mike jones err day i HUSTILN HUSTLIN cops cum by and try to NOCK ME NOCK ME fuck them am with prince of canalside Shah G is all good when we roll thro the club from the club to the pent house bitches follow so it aint porblem 2813308004 hit me if yo some mo.ill probely turn down coz back then you didnt want me now am hot you all me on me bitch am mike jones jones you can see ridin passed on 24s in ma cadillac is at 85 sevillve all chromed and i no you wana put your feet on ma rug dont cha am swisha house copped a grillz coz am in dirrty south were they real slow(real slow) let me tell you wot to do when you see.chant ma name like Mike Jones if you say it enuff you cumin home (cumin home) you see my SHAH G Who SHAH g heard what i said bitch give me a holla if need sum luvin but am a paki and aint time to waist coz am whippin it Real hard (real hard) you see am over seas but am still hustlin hustlin hustlin i can sell you anydrug coz am a huslter peace out sign Newbold O.G
[P talking]
"One in a half, two in a half, three in a half,
(four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)"
[Chorus: singing]
Hustlin, hustlin
Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh
Hustlin, hustle
Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh
[Master P]
(Where them fiends at, I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me)
Now picture me a street nigga went from weed to guns
my cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds
now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches
I'm just a lil' nigga tryin' to go from rags to riches
Cause in the ghetto niggas like to flip fo' & a half
the projects is home but the ghetto's my lab
Niggas scream third ward nigga we ready to ride
Niggas say fuck No Limit then we ready to die
Nigga fo' fives & nines we hold them high
Lil' niggas whoop whoop hide them pies
Cause if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
An if yo hustle ain't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen
Chorus (2X)
[Krazy]
What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk
Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark
Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted
Sixteen in a muthafuckin' casket the games drastic
Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high
Mixin' Hennessy & weed bitch it's do or die
When we ride to yo area
Tell yo family find where they can bury ya
My dawgs carry ah AK's & ski masks
If you got ki's then yo niggas better hind yo ass
We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block
No matter how many niggas get popped drugs'll never stop believe dat
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
(check this out playa)
Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin' hard
I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft
Cause mentally I'm capable of over comin' the worst
I'm havin' flashes picture me in ashes & dirt
On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past
I lost my brother to a muthafuckin' gun blast
I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes
Cause you can never tell
Predicted dead or in jail nigga
Now tell me what you see
Cause life's so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig
Cause I'm gonna hustle til' I'm gone
Hit the highway & play again it's on in the ghetto
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah
On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot
Whatshappn' own records representin' the millenium (yaheard)
For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what's up Ke'noe nigga
what's up to all my niggas out there (huh brah)
The Young Guns, CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic,
Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy nigga
[Master P]
"nigga"
"nigga if you buyin' 10 birds"
"and Mystikal buyin' 10 birds"
"and I go in 10 a bird nigga we got 30 birds"
[Mr.Serv-On]
Niggas bow down respect this killa
candy dilla cap pilla
legend maker take yo ho' break ha'
make ha' shake ha' ass tabletop
drop top candy painted
16 switches in tha trunk
nigga so what you want
i'm bout my hustle day & night
fuck yo life
if you play me bout my change
rearange tha game
got a block from people 7
sold it 12 mo'
before he hit tha doe'
hitem' twice
got my money and my ice fucked his wife
made ha' thick pork chops,peas,and rice
Southern dealergittin' his hustle every night
nigga pass tha dice
bail Joe on a come-up
hit my pointgotta blaze up
me my bitch about 10 she shook that for 14
took a Gbreakin' em' off like P
I'ts tha pimp in metryin' to git my coins
anyway I can
see Tanya walk to Westbay
got my dick in hand
you gone pay me bitch to ride this stick
I know you wit this hustlin' shit
so hit yo knees trick
[x4]
[chorus]
[Master P]
hustlin' day & night
thats my life
candy painted on them gold thangs from tha rap game to tha dope game
[Mystikal]
As long back as I can remember
when I was comin' up I was tryin' to git somethin'
felt like I didn't have nothin
(I had to)put in tha effort
and tightin' up on my hustle
since spendin tha on
utilities and a mind musta
fish and chicken plate,macaroni cheez,green beanz
5 dollar supper
fuck workin menimum wadge
cause my feet hurtin' I'm musty
cause tha first time somethin' come up missin' bitch
start watchin'like I don't trust ya
and as hard as I used to work
find that shit
then i'm really fucked up
next thang you know
i'm assed out unemployed but I didn't do nothin'
try ya best to invest in my name but I keep strutin'
my financial situations gone be alrightjust gimme my check
bitch I aint stuttin ya
what ever got to do to keep focus keep from sufferin'
these niggaz don't understand
I write my tightest shit when times is tuff
sick & tired of dreamin' bout' blowin' up
chances of makin' it glowin' up
seem like it aint gone happen to me either
rate i'm goin' slow as fuck
but never no worry
wit every reward theres a struggle
and every muthafuckin' come up theres a hustle
[x4]
[chorus]
[Master p]
(ugh)
rip tha game and got em' tossed up
hundred G's two keys wit tha birder then we bought up
how many niggaz holla solja runnin from tha rollas
gone on that dolja hatas yall can't hold
niggaz off tha tank clockin' bank
so we jump off in them thangs
got tha cane murda in tha dope game
rappers gittin' killed
niggaz guard yo grill
i'm from tha 3rd ward
so otha niggaz better feel
tha silence of tha land
niggaz green & and ham
i be bussin' muthafuckas like cuttin' up eggs and ham
down south niggas ball
in a city like New Orleans
specilfied for murda
thats why they call
Mystikal,and Serv-On
nigga Master P
yall want a key
nigga hit me on tha beep
non for free
it's gone for 18 5
but when you hit us niggas
check because we runnin' from tha southside
heard
[x1]
[Fat Joe]
Uhh, T.S.!
None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh)
Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies
Supplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they time
Pop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimes
Hoppin all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines
They got that energy, confident and always aware
who's watchin them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near
Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year
and just, nod and stare and show no fear
Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you
They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial
If you a hustler, I know you relate
Whether you home base or go out of state
This shit is real
and you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill
A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels
So be creepin so it's real on the deal, with the F-E-D
Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled
[Chorus: Armageddon]
Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs
Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs
We them hustlers - a little thug's role model
Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power
He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity
Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police
Hustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks done
You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump
Hustlin
[Fat Joe - overlapping end of Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amounts
and never spend a day in life movin them cats about?
That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it
From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit
Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lips
and gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggaz
And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone
What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes
C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin a joke
There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holes
Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down
Like a year from now, when the bears get out
From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out
Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out
They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note
I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggaz
All my liquid dime niggaz
All my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeah
All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits
In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on
Smokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh)
Cup of noodles in your hand
It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler
[Chorus]
No Matter where I go I see those thugs
Or where I stay them niggaz always show me love
Holdin that corner down keepin that thang locked
If your lookin you can find them at your nearest dope spot
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (Zoe)
I'm gettin to that money and they gettin to that hate
I never had shut but a little bit of faith
Treat haters like promotion I call them my bait
I stunt on these niggaz and let them talk like Ricky Lake
I come on these bitches and I leave them like yesterday
If it wasn't for money they wouldn't be all in my face
Murder was the case they say slow down Sho your killin them
In a major way wait til I start drilling them
I'm tool time tim I go to work like a chico
Lay the wood on your broad like I work at Home Depot
We know I hustle hard don't make me swear to God
If it cost to pay the cost I'm gon pay the charge
Mind on my money my money on my mind
Between love and hate it's a real thin line
No comprende amigo it ain't bout a dime
And this is how I spend my time
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (Zoe
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
I got my finger on the trigger hand on my nine
A black grimey lil nigga before I met Devine
Now I'm makin millions of dollars started froma dime
I got my cars on sale the drugs on scales
Not to mention the commissary sales in jail
With the stupid clientel crib on a hill
Not too far from Lennox mall with the stakes on the grill
Even though it felt blue for dough gettin know
Cause now we got double amount of what we had before
Still I remain true and everybody know
That's why them thugs treat me like so
No Matter where I go I see those thugs
Or where I stay them niggaz always show me love
Holdin that corner down keepin that thang locked
If your lookin you can find them at your nearest dope spot
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (Zoe)
If you lookin you can find me posted where the thugs be
All about a dollar trying to ball like Mugsy
My folks gotta eat dawg I'm sick and tired of starvin
To the point my last name feels like it's Marvin
Wake up in the morn stretch and yawn and it's on
Tired of coming up short trying to get my money long
The survey says I'm a force to be reckon with
Got so many haters you would think I was the president
Ever since I came up they think a nigga changed up
But I'm in the hood and I'm tough like a ford truck
Afford what who, what, when, and where said I can't
Like I came with a comedian I'm laughin to the bank
I hustle hard grind no work no shine
And if you won't grind then why the fuck is you cryin
No comprende amigo it ain't bout a dime
I see the same thing everytime
No Matter where I go I see those thugs
Or where I stay them niggaz always show me love
Holdin that corner down keepin that thang locked
If your lookin you can find them at your nearest dope spot
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin hard grindin and gettin to that money (aye)
Hustlin, Hustlin, Hustlin', [x7]
(Riskay)
Hold up
Everyday I'm day I'm hustlin, [x15]
(Riskay)
That's right Dis yo Girl Riskay Muthafuckin Drama Queen Ya know I had to hit ya'll up with a full Muthafuckin song
I'm back with a couple men dats right
Dis for all my money bitches, All my gutta bitches, all my gansta bitches, All ny bitches dat know how to muthafuckin grind and hustle Dis song for ya'll
Represent for all my Muthafuckin dope girl for all my bitches, gutta ass hoes
[Verse 1:]
I got that Hennessy in my cup, Box cutta on my purse, Chrome nine on my waist which one of ya'll wanna fuck with kay
I rep the po, I ain't no joke, you will get smoked ooh what bitch you don't know
Riskay da drama queen I'm 'bout dat money my nigga so fuck dem diamonds rings Gimme dat white on green
Dis for my gutta hoesselling pussy, slangin ooh robbing niggas, stealin clothes, Do ya thang getcha gold Cause I don fuck around you betta ask 'bout me
I know dem garbage ass talkin trash 'bout me I'm on a mission bitches, betta listen bitches
Dis for my gutta, my gansta and all my stripper bitches we got to get it get it on da daily so this why am tellin ya niggas FUCK YA PAY ME
[Chorus:]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 2:]
Everyday I'm Hustlin, Everday I'm Hustlin, Everyday a nigga breakin bread and I ain't fuckin 'em ayyy
Riskay dat Drama Bitch nigga don want no problem with cause they know I keeps it gutta plus I keep a cutta on a trunk in a pink impala SS, Everyday I'm fresh dress, throwin up da best sets, yes, yes I be on that kyrptonite if a nigga sip tonight I'm a nigga? and be on his dick tonight
Cause there ain't no love for dees niggas so I'm on da sharing mission Everday I'm trappin so all ya broke bitches betta listen get ya money stacked and paper hoe get up off ya ass Don't be slackin on ya pimpin it's time to get dat cash
[Chorus:]
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin'
[Verse 3:]