Lyrics:
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
aye)
But I got ya, you know, the whole Wild Moneys
(Soats, Northside, Southside, Eastside, Chicago), get up outta here
(Man! Westside!)
This has
ain't a thang you can do
To get back in either you won't even get the
Privilege to suck peter
(Project Pat) i don't need you anymore
(that's right,
on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I fuckin' hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money doin' anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp
gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
Fuck man, yo man listen
Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
Little niggas comin' up will
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked
No he's not around, now how that sound to ya, jot it down
I bring it through the ghetto without
neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
F***in' field cats and chat
No Limit n****, real n****, who
Don't give a f*** when you dead
that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho'
got the dizzoe? Then meet me by the sizzoe
Me and Big Kirk, Uncle Nut, by a fizzoe
D and Hoy posted up by the Nolia (ya heard)
See Jeeko and Mutsi, they
I probably wanna clique that's red
Black and blued up if it's going down
I bet'cha get screwed up
Ya to dead to the King Of The
Streets lil homie slow
stay alive
Hustle down pat so I'm down to ride
Stayed on the ball
Work da game
Wit stride
Up I came
Now I'm big dog in my own lane
Can black boy from
a couple hundred G's
Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin'
See they ain't fuckin with my hustle (Fuckin' with my hustle)
I'm making money by the busload (Money by the busload)
And you don't really wanna
cowards get killed
But she's eatin' while you sneakin' beefin' them people
.44 Mag to your peephole, ya know
M-A-G-N-O, bitch, get on or get from 'round,
cowards get killed
But she's eatin' while you sneakin' beefin' them people
.44 Mag to your peephole, ya know
M-A-G-N-O, bitch, get on or get from 'round,
All we really know a kid pimpin', all we do is get fly
VVS shine like the sun outside
Somebody tryna tell you Hustle Gang ain't gettin' to the money
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
this sonic can feel like a fork when inside you
You mad, cause ya bitch like us
And all of my records get thumbs up, like I'm ridin' by hitchikers
in from a lot of different spots
Shift never over, soldiers workin' 'round the clock
I no longer gamble since my partna lost his top
I hustle
like an emperor
You'll never see me next to ya
I got something to prove
Left my job
Greeted by an iridescent sun
Crash to sleep although I might
It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
[Chorus]
Street life, is the only life we know
(That's all I know) (Huh, nigga, what?)
Street life, gotta hustle for our dough
(I'm just tryin' to get it
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
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