Put your money where your mouth is D-Loc ain't playing
I know cats like you that are broke just claiming
Ain't saying nothing just flapping your lips
Just running your mouth because you can talk some shit
Ain't got nothing to show for busting cool ass raps
But that's cool with me dog where your money at
I'm talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you're wack
I get paid homey rubber band man stacks
Give me a five and I'll make it a twenty
Give me a fifty and I'll turn into a couple a hunnies
Give me ten g's and I'll show you what I can do
Johnny Richter's on the hustle and we grabbing loot
I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis
Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats with bass
It's a game it's a hustle we all paper chasing
On the road for two months coming home with bacon
You can't stop our hustle
You can't stop this
You can't stop our hustle
Don't even try kid
You can't stop our hustle
We world wide now
You can't stop our hustle
Koast II Koast blaow
You can't stop our hustle
The game's all the same
You can't stop our hustle
Just trying to make some change
You can't stop our hustle
It's time to build the stacks
You can't stop our hustle
So where the hustlers at
Everybody knows I got cops on the payroll
So just lay low until I say so
When that whistle blow we'll all be splitting dough
Nobody act dumb until the orders come
There will be enough cheese to spread for everyone
Making legal money and the feds hate it
Real underdogs most underrated
We got the underground locked branded and spaded
Watch me get my boogie on and flex this muscle
Ten years later D-Loc still on the hustle
I'm a get my grind on dig them out with a shovel
Keep stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble
Let the double double stack them up to the ceiling
When this shit's all done with I'll be worth a million
Watch me shine just let me smoke this bud
Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting' fucked up
I'm gonna hustle until the wheels fall off
Keep on going out for mine never punching a clock
'Cause the hustle don't stop the game waits for nobody
Just trying to make some cash like my last name was Gotti
Stay on the grind like Independent trucks
Fifty fifty five-o let me know what's up
And you can still catch me on the streets of P-Town
I can still add sacks all the way to a pound
Don't matter none what you say or what you do
Throw salt in the game but it's coming right back at you
Snitches and bitches dirty rats and double crossers
Fuck off we the underground bosses
Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope said
These are family ties we all breaking bread
Legendary
You eat crumbs from the table
(Feat. Young Jeezy)
What it do?
Hustle, Hustle
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
How I eva ya got it get, n*****get dat dough , fit da floor, flip dat hoe , pimp dat hoe or push dat dro
Ya know da work in the house go get in dat door, I make dat money jizzle shake dat money yea ya know im ballin i fake dat money all in my sleep I can taste dat money, I go to jail fuck it by the case wit da money, ya got cha game up you go waste dat money, lemme see it in ya face dat will show me ya love me at the end of the day a gangsta don?t trust ya, its M-O-E, knock da hustle
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
[ B.G. Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
JEEZY
Let?s give em 17 a piece so don?t get me started of dis muhfuckin cake gon act retarded in ya front yard nigga mow ya whole lawn now ya girl is sayin baby jus hold on(das right) a certified thug n****to whom it make concern look I am not a drug dealer , Im jus playin,how much you tryna spend n**** im jus sayin, in my Austin Martin lookin like James Bond, swear to God I can get 20 in tha Avalon, (dayum) another 30 in the Maxima, you know u ain on wit n**** dawg so I ain even askin her
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Cuz I hustle, watch my hustle}
Whether its holes on the strip or bricks on the street one thang for sho is a n**** gon eat one thang for sho is a n****gon hit it show me a sweet hustle BG gon hit it, Chopper City the business how u think I made it bubble I hustled I struggled, I struggled I hustled, kept getting it in a real n**** neva stop, quit I think not, I do it for the block, I was still hot from the shyt through hot now I want dat number wanna lear n how to grind, sit back and watch, im in second line from the bottom to the top
{100 Grand in my bed instead of getting cash you can catch me on the block in the 07 jag
cuz I hustle, watch my hustle
Rubberbands by my money and my neck full of ice and they see me on the block I got it for the right price
Chorus;
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.
It's an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)
verse 1:
(ughh)
I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of purp. in my frigerator.(ughh)
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a tractor trailor. (ughh)
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man,(ughh)
Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't never heard of dat. (ughh)
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit me.(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in Texico buyin out sandwich bags(ughh)
Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like nigga fish scales(ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the Sign Yoursefd Cartel
Chorus
verse 2:
(ughh0
I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's.(ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black Enterprenuer in nhis prime(ughh)
A nigga gota get the whole thang, 21-5 evrytime my phone rang(ughh)
I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a pocket scale(ughh)
So I can't go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope man's dope man(ughh)
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's thatb be smokin outta coke cans(ughh)
and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I gotcha covered like make-up.(ughh)
so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll getcha coke, I'll getcha boi
Chrous:
(ughh) I got dem pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I ain't talkin bout cd's(ughh)
I'm talkin bout HB's, a huundred pounds nigga holla at HB(ughh0
nigga I can get an Escalade off a hundred slab and a razor blade(ughh)
when I cut it wit the rich band 2 flips nigga Imma be a rich man.(ughh)
and these robbers trynna plot up, get his car shot up tyrna take a nigga product(ughh)
these niggas ain't harmin me,plus I sell more drugs than a pharmacy.(ughh)
Imma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and these bitches ain't no Tylenol (ughh)
Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 thoughand dollar charm and a hole in da wall.
Chorus
I love when the day is new
We get to start all over
But the thing is sometimes getting through the day
Is just one big hustle
The world is waiting, dawn is here
Ain't got time to waste, we need to work, my dear
Hurry, hurry can't delay
Get up and start today, it's time to
Hustle
Oh, trying to keep things together
Working all day, finding a way to hustle
Soon I'll be back to you but first I got a lot to do
We learn to fight to survive
And that's how we manage to stay alive
Then we let the night settle in
Then I get to see my bab again
I know you're waiting patiently
You're home before I am and so you wait for me
Anticipatin', I rush I do
I'm coming back to you, I've got to
Hustle
Oh, I can't stay in this place
I've got to see my baby's face
(Hustle)
Sure as I breathe and live
I've got a lot of love to give
You're my lady, I'm your man
Let's turn the music up, I think it's time to dance
Night has fallen, spirits rise
Ain't no compromise, we came to
Hustle
Up all night, don't stop yet
Just let the music make you sweat and
Hustle
Forget about the work we do
I just wanna be with you
Pull the stops out, watch my hustle.
Would you believe I was once a. . .[?]
Would you believe I was even as shy as a child.
It's so hard for the mind to fathom, so don't try.
I feel like tripping the light fantastic. I've never been
more enthusiastic.
My mind. . . [?]
I'm a stone gladiator on a mood elevator. In the thick of
the fight, I just smile.
Pull the stops out, watch my hustle.
Well it's a hustle, it's a hustle every day of life,
And it's enough to keep your head above the water, see.
It seems the older I get the more freedom I have,
But everything is complicated to me.
Responsibility's parkin?,
Take the stress, oh my god, get off my back before I snap and break.
Know I gots to elevate. Rob my fate.
Take it to the highest from the ?ramen noon?,
The city streets, the rhythms from my freaky sneaks, sneaky freaks,
Stoppin by madonna
To recharge my cells.
Get with the bros and have a couple laughs.
Take a long drive, cause I'm still alive,
And if the pressure didn't get me then, won't get me now.
Stay high as the sky and bust the fuck out.
â'cause playin' is a hustle,
Runnin' is a hustle.
Everything's a hustle but love.
Livin' is a hustle when you're workin' every muscle,
and you're just tryin to keep you head up.
Keep your head up, ohh.
Hah.
Dig.
The music is the thing that always made me high.
And it's the warmth that left the light that never told no lies,
And it's the feeling in my heart
And the tear in my eye
And the chill in my spine
And the freedom on my mind.
And it's the moment that I get you know you'll get me back.
And if ya ever bought for something then I'll pay ya back.
But if I ever did you wrong, then forgive me,
But please don't put no evil on me
Cause I'm just anther brother from a father and mother
Trying to make my way in the world, ya see.
Livin' is a hustle, playin' is a hustle.
Everything's a hustle but love.
Livin' is a hustle when you're workin' every muscle, and you're just tryin' to keep your head up.
Keep your head up, ohh.
[talking:]
Yeah you know, this here just a lil'
Game for my real niggaz out there getting it mayn, you understand me
You know, do whatever you gotta do to survive baby
But be safe in them streets mayn, well my nigga Keke
And my nigga H-A-Dub-K, and of course myself
Finna explain how it go mayn, yeah
[Hook: x2]
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you cant no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (uh huh)
Hustle and hustle, till you can't no mo' (be safe in these streets)
[Lil' Head:]
Whether it's nine to five, or either selling dope
You gotta get it how you live, just to stay afloat
By any means necessary, bitch get on your grind
Broke shit is punk shit, man it ain't lying
I been there I'm still here, and I'm trying to get out
And all my real niggaz know, what I'm talking about
And street life, make a nigga not eat right
Losing sleep, and why you trying to stay up on feet right
Been in the game, for a real long time
I can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting my rhyme
Can't believe you motherfuckers, ain't respecting mind
The year 0-4, I know you gon respect it this time
Cause I'm talking bout the real shit, I know you gonna feel this
Down South nigga, nope I ain't from the hills bitch
I'm from a place, where niggaz the yellow
And yeah I'm from the Clarke, but I'm still stuck in the ghetto so I
[Hook: x2]
[H.A.W.K.:]
I hustle and hustle and, struggle and struggle and
Juggle and double and, stay out of trouble man
I am a hustler man, and I can't stop it
I'll rock for rock it, I want all the profit
Put it in my pocket, I'm sticking to the topic
Life is a hustle man, so can't nobody knock it
Hustle and hustle, till I can't no mo'
And I hustle and hustle, till my calves get so'
And I hustle and hustle, till I get all the do'
And it's a must when I hustle, I do it solo
Don't need no sidekicks, or niggaz that ride dick
With that fly shit, and on the crew they really a snitch
Who the fuck you working with, the F-E-D's
H.P.D's, get up off my N-U-T's
You cats is wanna-be's, boy I do this to eat
Better listen to Lil' Head, be safe in these streets
[Hook x2]
[Lil' Keke:]
Take the good with the bad, respect it just like a man
It's still some mo' to fight, but losing ain't in the plan
Rocks and fry sticks, bricks and big licks
On to cut your stick, with the niggaz you click with
The pyrex's shake, no mistakes and flakes
The bakery in the hood, serving cookies and cakes
So I hustle till I can't, I ain't just running my mouth
Ain't no future on the block, so I'm stretching my socks
I done set my price, I ain't gon change for the streets
Me and my workers got families, we both gotta eat
So I shake boys, you cowards just making noise
Life is still a struggle, I hustle and get it hard
For the fam, I don't give a damn that's who I am
Put the plates on the table, daddy gon bring the spam
Get your cash too fast, I'll be taking it slow
[Intro]
Just like priceless
Something you can't see nigga
[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids (brrlah)
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money
Young Money, Gudda (Gudda) !
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda:]
Nigga I don't trust a soul so I ride alone
I keep my eyes in my rearview ridin' home
See I'm ready for whatever, understand me
Any situation, whatever the lord hand me
We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing
The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring
Roll the dice man we kill time gambling
W-wintertime top down, nigga real arrogant
Big money so we blowin' it apparently
C-cash money, young money, yea it's all a family
Birdman and Weezy they payin' all salaries
And I'ma ride wit em til they bury me
[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money
[Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne:]
Livin' that life
Livin' that life from under dem streetlights
But it ain't bright enough to show me where I'm goin'
But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin'
And uh, a nigga wit strikes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think I was tough enough to make it on my own
But I can get through anything if I done made it through the storm
And uh, now I'm killin' at night,
Killin' that night life on the east side
Leather on chrome
Television with the phone
And the top is so gone
[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money
[Verse 3 - Birdman:]
(Yea LFLS nigga, like father like son
All day very day nigga, make money til it don't make sense)
Yea flash the bright lights
Nigga smash on site
Born rich bitch-nigga live with no wife
Keep the pain of the price
Prices with the dice
Give a fuck about your life
Rollin' railish stripes
High like a kite, G4 every night
Overseas money bitch we do it so right
Don't do it right so we don't it all
Money hard
Bitch nigga playin' like a ball
Ball life, ya head life
Ya gettin' getcha game right
Ya paid the price, hit ya up and laid you right
Twist ya life nigga, we live in sunshine
5-star condo and stay fly
[Chorus - Lil' Wayne:]
Ya see times is hard as it is
That's why I got girls
And my girls got kids
And all I wanna do is handle my biz
And all I'm tryna do is whatever I did
Every day I been prayin' to you
I hope you hear everything that I'm sayin' to you
I get money money money money money money
money money money money money money
[Outro - Birdman]
Yea just like dat
Pearl white, snow white you understand me nigga?
So clean, so fresh
Sharp red diamonds nigga
Pretty black tools (you understand me)
Yea hood bags of money nigga (you understand me?)
Gold picture frames nigga (you understand me?)
Big money shit
Let's get it big money poppin' boy
I see you little nigga
Just like dat
Uptown, we in the building bitch
Worldwide gettin' money boy
Yea, I'm talking that big money poppin' shit
Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys
yall aint ready for this shit,
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz thats us fo sho
from left to right we rockin and kickin down every door
watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys
we set it off dont get twist it still out makin noise
big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb
3 hits 4 shots im on it, runnin you up off the curb
so bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain
you disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank
so if your ready run it, we got that shit that will
im from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill
cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long
so grab a cup cuz aint no way in hell you goin home
{chorus}
I wont get my crime around
i hustle baby
i stay down every time no day
i hustle baby
from the track or the trap fo sand
i hustle baby
no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
I wont get my crime around
i hustle baby
i stay down every time no day
i hustle baby
from the track or the trap fo sand
i hustle baby
no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby
im a crime time hustler man, i tried to tell 'em
my crew cuz its the ex-convict, convicted fellon
banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin
the bitches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers
of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland
niggas prayin and hopin, they dont get caught with dope and
out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin
down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus
this is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus
playas vibe up and whittin im the third cosmosis
{chorus}
my pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes
tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pumas
who nigga fo like yall they never goin change that
they slang goin where i hang and my bitches they whod-a-rest
and we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5
we'll put that hot heat like between your eyes
and i keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet
outta town in thats gold rims, fo shawty be servin dem
everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin
A-town for life yall we never goin change that
still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at
{chorus}
A from mi sing bout di herbs come around
Mi no stop get trouble when mi plane a touch down
Cuz some immigration hold me bag
Like a dat me bring come
And ah search mi from head down to ground
If a hustle mi a hustle
Me nuh smuggle no coke neither gun
Bwoy, a no dat me bring come
If a ganja in container ship
Mek mi waan dat by the ton
Yeah, officer just mek it bun
Cause from deh deh street dem no good again
Family and friends say dem need more food again
Everybody bawl say dem waan collie budd again
No lock up di father, no lock up di son again
Hustle enterprise, cho, jah jah mek it tun again
Good sensimenia, yeah it haffi bun again
When mi go a dance fi di sexy gyal bubbelin
If me bun a spliff that should not trouble dem, sing
again
A from mi sing a song bout di herbs come around
Mi no stop get hustle when mi plane a touch down
Cuz some immigration hold me bag
Like a dat me bring come
And ah search mi from head down to ground
If a hustle mi a hustle
Me nuh smuggle no coke neither gun
Bwoy, a no dat me bring come
If a ganja in container ship
Mek mi waan dat by the ton
Yeah, officer mek it bun
I don't waan de law fe vex neither cross,
But if a little bit a weed just 'low it, mek it pass
What a waste fi di herbs go in a rubbish bin a toss,
Gimme di weed, gimme di ganja, gimmi di grass
Yeah, a just di weed that a whe we need fi mek mi eye
dem a bleed, yeah
A just di herbs, a calm mi nerve
Blessings we a preserve, yeah
A just di weed dat a weh we need
Fi bring back the vibes dem so sweet sweet sweet sweet
Just di herbs, a calm mi nerve
Now boy, it's about that time again
For all the gentlemen
Pick your game up, track your lady type
Sign your name up, hustle who you like
Last time we made a ten
So that's right where we begin
Follow me up, to the city lights
I'm gonna shake a little tonight
Oh, are you seein' how I love to dance
Are you working up a master plan
Here I am
And I'm waitin' on a fine romance, hmm
If you got your eyes on me
Keep it rollin' heavily, yeah
If you want me to stay....
Chorus:
You better spin that record one more time
(Ah, ah yeah, one time, oh)
Baby give me all them old school rhymes
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
Wanna feel vibrations up my spine
(Ah, ah yeah, my spine)
You better work that hustle how I like
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
Yeah, I got the feelin' back
I know just what to do with that
Shola (?) dropping, I throw you a glass
Check you know him with your head
And with the palm of your hands, baby
The floor's starting to react
Watch opposites attract
The spots heavin', expect beatin'
I'm gonna shake a little, woah
Oh, are you seein' how I love to dance
Are you working up a master plan
Here I am
And I'm waitin' on a fine romance, hmm
If you got your eyes on me
Keep it rollin' heavily, yeah
If you want me to stay....
Chorus:
You better spin that record one more time
(Ah, ah yeah, one time, oh)
Baby give me all them old school rhymes
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
Wanna feel vibrations up my spine
(Ah, ah yeah, my spine)
You better work that hustle how I like
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
It's Sway and Jamelia
You better get familiar
Gonna keep on hustlin'
Tryna make a million
When Sway steps in the place, there's no replacement
You can either move to the base, or move to the basement
DJ wanna wheel it out
Spin it back and speed it out
Turn it up in your car
But if you're on a bike then pop a wheeley
What's gwannin', darling
Maybe one day we can meet up
You can help me put my feet up
Then we can mess the sheets up
Listen, the lion's back and about to claim the lion's share
And anybody denying that will end up lying there
See I'm a pioneer
They didn't see me
I make the party jump
Even if it is the B.E.D
Chorus (x2)
You better spin that record one more time
(Ah, ah yeah, one time, oh)
Baby give me all them old school rhymes
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
Wanna feel vibrations up my spine
(Ah, ah yeah, my spine)
You better work that hustle how I like
(Ooh-oh-ooh-oh)
[Feat. Mason Caine]
[Verse 1: Mason Caine]
They wanna knock my hustle, that's my million dollar baby
I use my mental muscle like I'm Russell in the 80's
You can bet I'm crazy, I'm a savage from my check
My new bitch got her ex-nigga tatted on her neck
But she rata-tat, tat 'em till they whack
She told me fuck a hater, middle finger to the death, to the left
Call me money making Mitch and my money getting rich
I put them dummies in your tummy if you running with a snitch
They wanna knock my Nino, De Niro, Pacino
Take down what I've built and blow up my casinos
I'm knocking where the talcum be, X, I'm like Malcolm be
Higher than a balcony with a jump off,
Finna jump off and touch a falcon wing
You hustle small, you're at a amidst
My hustle tall, Bill Russell and I'm very adamant
Hustle in, hustle out, duffles in, duffles out
Blood stains in the back seat, gotta buff 'em out
[Hook:]
Gotta get it, get it till it's all gone
Believe me when I say that it's on, you can't knock the hustle
You get it in, I'm the one you call on
Moving through the night till it's done, you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
[Verse 2: Laws]
Used to think that I could get my deal and let my dollars circulate
Sort of rise and fall, then I realized that it ain't worth the hate
Now I'm treating hate like the raven, never more
I work my fingers to the bone, Skeletor
I pick the mic up and settle scores and my fans like the tee birds
They singing tell me more, tell me more
As soon I enter the door, I say you'll never get me a tour
Listen, I'm getting five bill, real recognize real like I feel like I been
Here before
I'm a worker but call me the boss, gully of course
If you are claiming, don't tuck in your bling
We'll recycle the chain, now hustle the cross
Toughen up dog, another hit single, you buy one again
This is a stick up dedicated to all the broke rappers sitting five in the
Trying to win, if you pop a city, we'll let you rebuild and we riot again
Don't try to compete, just admire the man
We kinda wake up right at 9 A.M, then hustle our products till 9 P.M
And write the whole night about our obvious struggle
It's not a secret y'all got in some trouble
Letting the young in the height of this rumble, start knocking the hustle
[Hook:]
Gotta get it, get it till it's all gone
Believe me when I say that it's on, you can't knock the hustle
You get it in, I'm the one you call on
Moving through the night till it's done, you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle
Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle
That's what you get tryin' to muscle me
That's what you get tryin' to hustle me
Cuz I'm not afraid
I'm a player I don't get played
Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed
That's what you get tryin' to hustle me
Yeah I been trough a lot
But you don't know that
I can lose evrything
And bounce right back
From the punks an the thugs to the rats and snakes
From the shady ass girls to the frauds and the fakes
Cross me and you're gonna suffer three-fold
You'll be diggin' ditches til your frickin' 50 years
I tried to be cool try to cut you in
But you pull that crap so you lose I win
Chorus
And I can't understand why you still wanna race
Everythin' you try to do is just blow up in your face
And I wonder of you get it
You should know by now
Get out of the way or get run down with a plow
Chorus
I know that you think you have to lie
I know that you wish that I would die
I know but its not happenin'
So what does it all mean
So let me break it down
Spell it out for ya
You're drivin' by fear
I'll make it more clear
All of you murderers put me here
Like Van Gogh cut off his ear
I'm the best new artist this year
Pour gasoline on my brain
You're lame thanks for the fame
Chorus
No Friends, No Foes
No Girls, No Dough, No Ride
No Love, No Peace
[Hook:]
I go back to the studio and write a couple raps
Then I go back to the hood and I go hard in the trap
That's how I hustle baby, that's how I hustle baby
That's how I hustle baby, that's how I hustle baby
Repeat
[Verse 1:]
Big flexin, don't even start me
Lamborginis, 550s and ferraris
I'm so throw back I still play?
And I got a whole collection of them marleys
16 bars, 16 stars
But before a deal I fuck 16 stars
? p-lo made me feel the beat
But he got mad cause I asked him did he kill for me
These haters don't like that rap like that
And I put the whole 3 on the map like that
I'm still poppin bottles, still rockin prada
Don't lock her number in if she ain't a model
Pocket full of guap, naw my hustle never stop
Jus seen me on tv, now you see me on the block
I'm so cool, I'm so icy, I'm so gutta
And I ain't braggin I'm jus tellin ya how I hustle
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I hustle daily keep a lady, rims I rock they come from baily
Lot of niggas want me broke but that's ok cause I'm a make it
Get this money, get this cheese, ride around the city in an SUV
Cop a pair of? haters can't stop this, so much ice it'll make you freeze
Money makers stay down that's the anthem
I go in the booth, grab the mic and have a tantrum
Connected in this city I control this movement
I'm still servin jay-z like the blueprint
Catch me in the club posted where the crowd at
Jus slip you can find me where they loud
Don't believe what you hear, that's gullible
But it's true when I say my diamonds colorful
I'm so cool I'm so icy I'm so gutta
And I ain't braggin I'm jus tellin ya how I hustle
Check, I'm so cool I'm so icy I'm so gutta
And I ain't braggin I'm jus tellin ya how I hustle
(Feat. Nicole Wray)
[Hook - 2x]
Still Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours, wrapped in four vogues
Tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
[Slim Thug]
Now look who creeping look who crawling still balling in the mix
It's that six six long dick slim nigga sticking your chick
Pullin tricks looking slick at all times when I'm flipping
Bar sipping car dipping grand wood grain gripping
Still tippin' on four fours wrapped in four vogues
Pimping four hoes and I'm packing four fours
Blowing on the endo Game Cube Nintendo
Five percent tint so you can't see up in my window
These niggaz don't understand cuz I'm Boss Hogg on candy
Top down at Maxi's wit a big glock nine handy
Pieced up creased up staying dressed to impress
Big boss belt buckle under my Mitchell and Ness
Oh, Gucci shades up on my braids when I Escalade
When I'm riding Sprewells sliding like a escapade
I got it made the big boss of the north
Ain't shit changed I still represent Swisha House (Ha!)
[Hook - 2x]
[Mike Jones]
Four fours I'm tippin'
Wood grain I'm gripping
Catch me lane switching with the paint dripping
Turn your neck and your dame missing
Me and Slim we ain't tripping I'm finger flipping and syrup sipping
Like do or die I'm po' pimping Car stop rims keep spinning
I'm flipping drop with indvisible tops
Hoes bop when my drop step out
I'm shaking the block with four eighteens'
Candy green with eleven screens
My gasoline always supreme
Got do-do the brown with a pint of lean
It takes grinding to be a king
It takes grinding to be a king
First Round Draft Picks coming
Who is Mike Jones coming
Slab shining with the grill and woman
Slab shining with the grill and woman
I'm Mike Jones (Who) Mike Jones the one and only you can't cloan me
Got a lot a haters and a lot of homies some friends and some phony
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
(I Said!) Back then hoes didn't want me Now I'm hot hoes all on me
[Hook - 2x]
[Paul Wall]
What it do it's Paul Wall I'm the people's champ
My chain light up like a lamp cuz now I'm back with the camp
I'm crawling similar to a ant cuz I'm low to the earth
People's feelings get hurt when they figure out what I'm worth
I got eighty fours poking out at the club I'm showing out
I'm a player ain't no doubt hoes want to know what I'm bout
Biggest diamonds off in my mouth princess cuts all in my chain
Wood grain all in my range dripping stains when I switch lanes
Switched the name It's still the same Swisha House or Swisha Blast
Mike Jones he running the game and Magnificent bout his cash
Michael Watts he made me hot hard work took me to the top
G. Dash took me to the lot he wrote a check and bought a drop
I got the internet going nuts
But T. Farris got my back so now I'm holding my nuts
It's Paul Wall baby what you know bout me
I'm on that five nine Southle baby holla at me
[Hook - 2x]
Weebie:
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Swerve left
Swerve right
Lil Boosie:
You ain't never had sh** (yea) swerve on
for ya daddy in tha pin (yea)
Swerve on em
Acting bad off that gin (what)
Swerve on em
hit his block and act again fuckin' nigga swerve on em
Lil Boosie:
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Acting bad, hoes hollin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools no I keep that thang ( I pack that thang)
There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane
Don't play no games cause I make you out to demonstration
Why you swerving' cause they hatin'
Why they hatin' cause you makin'
It's cash dawg, it's hatch dawg who you thought it would be
If you ain't buckin to the ceiling' you ain't Rollin wit me
I got this swerving sh** from back in the day (back in da days)
When niggas on them p's and v's made you get out they way
HEY people hollin'why you act like this is it (why boo) em' pills?
Hell no it's that savvy sh** that I done lived
Keep it real, you be swerving to (swerving' to)
If yo sh** spinnin' bout a thousand hoes done heard of you
That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes (check this out)
Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin up them 4'S
This how it goes
Bridge:
You by the clubswerve
You wit yo girlswerve
A nigga mug swerve
All my thugs swerve
(Chrous 2x)
You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad on that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'
Weebie:
I'm doin 55 in the burbon straight swerving
Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving
Hollin I'm a foo boy ya heard me straight swerving'
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving'
Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving
Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving
I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve
Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve
I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving
I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving
A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack ..big swerving
Smoking on some dolga early Monday and I been swerving since Thursday
Red bones in the back got me swerving
sh** I done took my eyes up off the road while I was rubbin on that cat
Doing it big like that nigga swerving
It's all good we on the map
Baton rouge were ya at Swerve
(Chorus 2x)
You ain't never had sh** (uhun swerve on em')
for ya daddy in the pin (unuh swerve on em')
Actin' bad off that gin (yeeeeeeaa swerve on em')
Hit his block and act again fuckin nigga swerve on em'
Lil Boosie:
This for my dawgs in penitentiary (in the pin)
Who holla sh** like gutta gutta when you mention me
That Hennessey
Mane that hen got me swerving crazy (swerving crazy)
I saw a dime turned my head and almost hit a lady
Slow down baby
With lil b hollin in the back (in da back)
I'm in my STS lil chuny in my otha lack
Don't f*** with hatch
Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross ( that Nina Ross)
It's on ya head, bi*** ya dead Ill pay the cost
Cause I'm a boss
In the Southside of Baton Rouge (Baton Rouge)
Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's
We act a foo
Back in the game I used to go to dreams (dreams)
In my firebird on them choppas and them f***ing screens
Sippin that lin
Acting like I never had sh** (uhun)
bust yo head in trash pit
Wrap you up in plastic
Show yo ass magic
Abra cadbra cado
Here go lil boo
This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too
SSB swerve(bottom),UPT swerve(top)Park t, Easy t,
Cee Cee swerve Fairfield swerve,
Sherewood swerve every hood in baton rouge it's all good swerve
Swerve( swerve right) swerve( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve ( swerve left)swerve
(swerve Right)..swerve (swerve left)
swerve swerve (swerve right)
swerve (Swerve left) swerve (swerve right)
swerve (swerve left)
I never had
swerve
this for my daddy..
swerve
swerve I'm getting cash swerve
I act a ass swerve swerve (swerve right) swerve
( swerve left) swerve
(swerve right) swerve (swerve left) swerve swerve
swerve on em then
PSC feat. T.I. & Lil Scrappy
[Verse One: T.I.]
Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth
No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion
But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin
It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin
It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin
Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings
(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin
Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
So say what you want, and do what you please
But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I run a record label and a crew of G's
So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
[Chorus: T.I.]
I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]
I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed
And still find birds in my momma kitchen
You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision
I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin
Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My neck got so much shit, danglin
Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin
Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin
They be hatin cause I'm famous {?} what I was thankin
And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic
Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: P$C]
Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
While y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavin
That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes
I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong
The South ain't been represented like this in so long
I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper
Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples
[Chorus]
[T.I.] I'm a king
(Feat. Trina)
[Verse 1]
The girl be cooking and cleaning and cleaning and cooking
She be constantly douching and cleaning her pussy
And when she step on the scene everybody be looking
And to get in them jeans everybody be wishing
But she only want players who far from rookie
And if you ain't got the cake
Can't play with the nookie
Her titties sitting pretty and she soft as a cushion
If you try to holla she might holla she tooken
And she walk like a bad bitch talk like a bad bitch
And go and get her hair and shit fixed is a habit
Now bad bitch go and buy fish more than average
And bad bitches get to take trips with the savage
Can never tell a bad bitch a freak she too classy
But shit I can tell from her lips that she nasty
Expensive ass pant-ses grip to them asses
She mean as a pitbull sweet like cabbage
[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
[Verse 2]
Now see I can impress a bad bitch the girl gon smile
Caress the bad bitch now the girl gon wild
I'll feed it and treat it like that's my child
Then freak it up and beat it up and that's my style
You get alot of head when your bread in piles
Cuz I'm on right now and I'm saying that loud
A trifling ass bitch make the big dog growl
A bad ass bitch make the big dog proud
Which one is the baddest
That's the one I'm having
The with no kids or just one baby daddy
And she ain't hard-headed
Can listen and respect it
And you ain't a bad bitch if you got bad credit
A thong and press-ons and know how to cook neckbones
I want the MVP with that throwback dress on
Don't like to get dirty and don't mind working
And she don't mind giving me some mouth and lip service
[Chorus]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now make yourself seen
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch
Now show your ass off
Cuz you a bad bitch
Girl you a bad bitch
Yeah you a bad bitch
[Verse 3]
Man I love them bad bitches with them sexy ass tattoos
Them bad bitches with them bad bitches attitudes
She a damn a fool got a crib she'll let me camp
Make sure her nigga stay filled with them foodstamps
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that mean man
Own damn house flossed out big screen man
I bring the whole hundred shit what you gon do for me man
Look at her own income she a beast man
Bad bitches holla business first then streets man
She ain't crying over no nigga she ain't weak man
The kinda bitch that put a real nigga on his feet man
[Chorus - Repeat 2X]
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Now that's a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Girl you a bad bitch (a bad bitch)
Come here fa sho
Trill Entertainment nigga
I'm Webbie nigga
My name ain't Weebie ya heard me
Get it right
Mouse on the track
2004 this my year right chea
I'm out this bitch
I need a bad bitch
That's a bad bitch
