Hustlin’ Hours

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Onyx is a banded variety of chalcedony. The colors of its bands range from white to almost every color (save some shades, such as purple or blue). Commonly, specimens of onyx contain bands of black and/or white. more »

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Hustle hard get ya hustle on, go 'head
Get ya hustle on, y'all go 'head
Late night hustling
Im caught up in the hustle

Three am - hustling hours
You better get your money
You ain't fucking with ours
We built it up from the ground up
Like the towers
Keep it uncut, we don't f*ck with the flour
Late night dope sales, open door sales
Homes in the hotel, cope with cartels
Oh well, the feds ridin' my coattails
Throw away the key
Throwing me in the cold cell
United States Ghetto getting money
Out the state first week strong
A hundred thousand at the gate
Ain't no love in the street
My thugs throwing slugs where you sleep
And niggas pull the rug from your feet
South side, nigga, from the heart like
'what up?'
Dark side, one thirsty first so blood up
Homie got sent to the isle up north
Bet it ends up being no talking
Head up and shut up

Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Better get your money
You ain't touching ours hustle hard
Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Hustle hard get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours)
Better get your money
You ain't touching ours

All I sell is cocaine, I'm a drug dealer
Nah for real
I'm a motherfucking drug dealer
By my work soft, cook that up
You need a nine, straight drop
I hook that up i gotta streets keep calling
It's off to me to quit
Just when I think I'm out, they need a brick
Back to the hood again, all black hood again
When I'm round the fiends
Know the coke good again
My hours is from twelve to twelve and
365, 24 7 I'm selling
I get a rush just bagging that cane
Smoking Mary Jane, packing that thing
All I do is hustle, f*ck a 9 to 5
Start at 9, make 6 by 5
It's an all day process, even on a Sunday
Koran on the dashboard
Bring you what you ask for


Niggas got shooters, got hoes
Got hammers for sale
Got coke, got weed, got grams and scale
Got anything you need, ain't no way in hell
There's something money can't buy
Even in jail
In these streets i'm the landlord
Niggas gotta pay rent
Live on the top floor but
Came from the basement
Niggas try to come at me, foul
Catch a flagrant
Hustle so hard I don't know
Where the day went
Move work turn bricks to bags
Get fixed for cash
Even did some licks for laughs
Chicks on smash, selling pussy, pimp that ass
Kids with masks demanding where
You hid the stash

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