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Livin' Like a Hustler

Master P

Da Crime Family

1999

(what) 

We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro 

And did a day livin' by the AK 

>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees' 

And gettin'

you won’t right back 
I guarantee that if I blow that bag I’ll get it make back 
Told bro don’t fall asleep I’m rollin woodies who blow right back

and verbs
You just stumble over your words
So in love with my shit
They save it in pampers
The only pull ups be the drive by
When I pull up then pull out

what the deal is

Bad mufuckas know that snitches get stitches

Feeling like I’m the antagonist 

Shooting my goals down I can’t never miss

Niggas in

weed got my head up in space
They want to see me fall on my face
So I walk with this Glock on my waste
You never know just in case
Somebody get out

Lord hold my sins, when the times get low
Show all they plans, 'fore I hit that road
Shorty blow like fans, know his heart get cold
Catch you out by

at all it's nothing
Took some loses but I know I never fall

Drippin yeah ya boy just got the sauce
Hit the city with me
Yeah you know I’m tryna ball
You

see me at all
Snitches, niggas be talking to law
I need balenci I'm copping it all
It be your niggas who want you to fall
Acting, they don't wanna see

on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each

waaazzzup
Waaazzzuupp
Like waaazzzup

All my boys get to it
10 different yings which one we choosing
Tuesday night you coolin'
With shorty kick door straight

paid, and I get laid
Fall right in that Factory
All these ho's attached to me
She wanna sit with Ciroc boys
So guess what's in her Daiquiri
I'm bout green

Sliding by myself I swear to go I don't need no gang
Think I signed my rights to freedom cause I do not want to hang
Get a bag
I need all of mine
Walker

(it's Sexyy)
Bitch just pulled them titties out, I think she off a Perc'
Hoes shakin' ass, I get the ratchet bitches turnt (damn)
The way she throw

on my feet like an Olympian I'm running
The reason I got out is be to tell your bitch ass I run it
Okay you thinking bout a diss let me tell you boy you

a stack
Bitch I swang around the world like inside-out boy
Fucking with the Toof, oh this I doubt boy
Dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like Malfoy
Get up

of stock get it by the boatload
If you doing dirt put the work in solo
Cause all that charge partner shit is a no go
Crack and weed sales working out
Tybo
40

These niggas ain't really bout action they gotta pop a perk to get live
Ain't doing this shit with no passion man they rapping just to get by
Ain't really

Hi Bich [Remix]

Rich the Kid

Hi Bich

2017

on the beat, then the beat gets slayed
I took it offensive, so watch what you say
Hi bitch, got a .30, don't try it
Ball out the mall, I'm like Kobe, just buy

a fuck, ain't stoppin' now, no
I don't got no time for BS, watch out We just popped out, bitches popped out
If I gave the green light, man, that boy gon'

(doomp, doomp)
Get out me car like (vroom, vroom)
Your team sounds like (pew, pew)
And our team sounds like (Boom, Boom)
(Bang) , C4 one shot, two shot,

and still kick it and bringing wicked
I'm living raw, straight by the boss
But I runs out of drugs no more
So let the coke pour on the scale boy
Let's get

him in traffic
He hit that boy with a 4 by 4
Dre Ski too savage
My heart cold I can't wife no hoe
Especially them ratchet lil hoes
They be doing

fuck witcha
When that shit die down I promise you ain't gon see no niggas
I'm rockin by myself I stg don't need nobody else
If I fall I'm pickin myself

tripping off shit
Just watch out for my MC he toting a hammer
Three Six Five I ain't switching at all
Boy that's forever gon be the damn gang
Oh you with