Lyrics:
about going through
I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you? Protecting you?
But they'll murder you, player
Don status,
You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help
What good is it gonna do against a man that strangles himself?
I'm waitin' for hell like, hell,
I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in
and roll, new TECs and calicos (what?)
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
Eight million
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you
this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.
Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him
influenced by the ghetto you ruined
That same dude you gave nothing, I made something doing
What I do through and through and
I give you the news, with
to kill
That's rock bottom, when you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom, when you feel like you've had it up to here
'Cause you mad
it alright if I play my guitar right here?)
Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home, you call me
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
Get up on your feet
Before the night is through for you want miss
Get down to the beat
Pump it, stomp it, jam, trip on this!
Get the party
it alright if I play my guitar right here?)
Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don't want me
When you get home, you call me
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you
See children, drugs are bad (come on)
And if you don't believe me, ask
No
It's just the way it goes
Yeah
When you're messin' with the funk
Yeah
You pump it in your trunk
Yeah
You know it's what you want
Yeah
So
Jack-----Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler
(kid drop in)
Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
Colin Powell, general admission
You are all welcome, new Malcolm of the talcum
By any means, AK lookin' out the window screen, uh
Let's get it on, new
Uh, what's happenin? What?
Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with va, you understand?
With this hot girl, missy
Fuckin with these uptown
won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin' it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone,
balcony
How she say Jay you can call the house for me?
There's no respect at all
You betta check her dawg
She keep beggin' me to hit it raw
So she can
(Givenchy)
Ayy, we just took the route to Charlotte (ayy, ah)
I'm in the Rolls-Royce f- on what you call it? (Yeah, yeah)
I light a opp blunt and let your
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