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(feat. Chink Santana)
Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)

Deep in the cut
With the chrome on the thrown
Watching the block
Cause some like to skim off the top
Mixing they little caps in with my rock
Ungrateful motherfuckers end up gettin' clap by the cops
Yeah, I'm just a hustler on the go
Out here get my propers don't ya know
I'm livin' kind of comfortable, large mail and all yeah
And a jealous
you ain't gettin' fed like you should nigga
And that ain't good nigga
This for the rock hustlers
The makin' sales, still on the block hustlers
And in
of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how
Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap
On our
Your system don't acknowledge me
Born free
My prayer mat close to me
I’m my ancestor’s priority
Which sound is closer to God's voice then children
High rise blocks out the gloom
The pavement sticks like glue
You're getting nowhere
As you ride on a wing and a prayer

You're crying out loud
To Earth, and down to merch at any given moment
If there's money on the block, then where am I, Cause I'm a

H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)
You'll never find a dime
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
everyday shit is real
(Every hood, every ghetto, every block, every trench)
I know how you feel, yeah, look

I been out here grindin' so long
But still
Ya know? Real shit errday, errday shit is real
(Erry hood, erry ghetto, erry block, erry trench)
I know how ya feel (Look!)

I been out here
a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
One
like city buses
You fuckin' with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm
[Chorus: Russell Lee]
She's in love with a hustler
She don't be messing with them suckers
Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string
hardly see
And smoking all this fucking weed
I can barely breathe
I'm like tell a bitch bleed
Squeeze on D
Run up in the deli
Wrung up on D

Are ya
losin' sight now I can hardly see

And smoking all this fucking weed 
I can barely breathe
I'm like tell a bitch bleed
Squeeze on D

Run up in
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born for the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional
I hug the block
I'm so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So what's realer
Bout
peace to Arthur, boy, we gotta give him props
In his angel house he chopped our first nickel rocks
Natural-born hustler so you know the dreams grew
Gold
Too $hort: 
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. 

[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on 
This is for the hustlas, oh 
This is for
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr... 

Mmm... 

[Chorus: ] 

I gots to make a move and make it soon,  uhh 
I gots to take a block and make it boom  
I take