We Hustle
Big Tymers, Turk, Juvenile
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[Juvenile] Listen, It's a fresh package I got - why not move it Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it Business as usual is goin' on in the slums We want the whole cake, n**** - we don't want no crums Stupid s*** - we avoid it Dope - we exploit it Had our s*** tight b****es done destroyed it Now n****s gettin' out lookin' for employers Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter Sayin' he was outta town - n**** crossed the border Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat I'll send another n**** out to handle beef for me It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight The only n**** out the project Magnolia with weight [Hook - Turk] N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play [B.G.] Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25 Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin' Jumpin' out a 500-S cla** on brodders So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard 'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters Not a taker I'm scarred from Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his s*** Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters It's cooked already - I got these n****s runnin' like water Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine Had this n**** - only said what they workin', the block is mine Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught [Hook2x - Turk] We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play [Baby] Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n****s Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n**** Big grab the glock out to shoot, my n**** Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', n**** But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my n**** But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods Lac, hurry up back, I know a n**** wan' buy some crack Smack a whole brick on that b**** when it come back Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac [Hook - Turk] N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play [Mannie Fresh] What What What Remember when s*** was a easy task Back in the days that pa**ed When b****es use to cut cla** Just to let a dumb n**** hit that a** Now everything f***ed up Sure virgin p**** gon' cost you a-hundred bucks N****, that use to be the man s*** outta luck Young n****s walkin' 'round with that duck Some say, "Play with your nose." Some say, "F*** them hoes." Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack." I say, "F*** all that, I'd rather have six facts." Young n****s done drove me to pack a heater F*** drawin' up the meat beaters They tryin' to defeat us Move us out and delete us Erase us n****s from the face of the earth Put your dick in the dirt No how, no way, daddy, it won't work I refuse to be a statistic DNA ballistic With a closed casket 'Cause some young n**** blasted my brains on the side Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me
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Written by: CHRISTOPHER DORSEY, BYRON O. THOMAS, TERIUS GRAY, TAB VIRGIL, BRYAN WILLIAMS
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