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Real Hustlers (Gotta Boyz) · Gangstas and Hustlers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Da Hustlers Files: Down & Dirty, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Pimps, Players & Hustlers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Superfly Soul, Vol. 2: The Return of the Hustlers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Down South Hustlers (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hustlers Bio (DJ Smallz) · Players & Hustlers of the 70's: Can You Dig It? (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Livin' Like Hustlers (Above the Law) · Gangstas and Hustlers (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


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Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found

Better use common sense,
cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah

[Juicy J]
I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall
shit
Whatever y'all really wanna do go on and do it cause all y'all be talking

{juicy j: talking}
Yo yo yo yo yeah it's da juice up in this motherfucker
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm
Sayin' that Juicy J, fuck you out your record money flop
Hope you know these North Memphis soldiers keep a plastic glock
Stand in front of your house, I'm
lames
It's my time, it's my watch, homie
Y'all don't believe me just watch, only
Time will tell but I'll rhyme until I skip time, I'm Michael J. Fox
the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit
[Chorus 2x's]
[Juicy
my gunz till my clips retire
America pray 'cause I don't want to expire
I'ma soldier

[Juicy J:]
I'ma U.S. mother fuckin soldier boy
Playin
I'm a TRU nigga and I'm livin' like some hustlers 



Chorus 



Master P: 

Don't play no games 

y'all check this shit out 

I started
Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die
The game will stress you out but that’s what this dubie is for
You acting like you know me now
Never knew me
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she freaky, freaky deeky, didn't ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know they smoke them beenies
For
eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'

(Chorus) x2

[Big Gipp (Juicy J)-]
Don't
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
in it represent it

Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
[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
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
stayed and hung around
Juicy j be high as fuck, catch me in the lost and found

Better use common sense checkin' me out for bitch I can stand for
Word to god
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real
(Juicy J)
For all the dirt
That I did to my wife
Forgive me lord
Each and every night
Croked cops
Pull a gun don't fight
Blow you away, leave you out
betta fear 
Man you hoes don't wanna clown 
Man you hoes don't wanna clown, man you hoes don't wanna clown 
If you do we beat ya down (X2) 

[Juicy J
a j-jack of all trays
Then you pimp, that's a hustler in many ways

Acting bad in the traffic, the hustler with the package
Serving that cha-cha, that
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell

Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
need when I want no less than the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8-ball and MJG, and Young Buck we don't give a fuck
We must represent this
about your dawgs, that's law
I'm a street nigga so it's fuck the law
If you broke nigga that should be against the law

I'm a real hustler so don't
Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man
It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today
The grinder, the baller, the gangster I