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worth it
by hollywood ice
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To everybody in the world
Blends guess who’s best
Everybody get up my homie catch your vest
Cos it’s a hood thing going on around my way
There’s no need for checking motherfucking mail today
I’ve got my Gucci shades on and im ready to play
I know its all about the money to the power and fame
My niggas check your sights out so there’s no one to blame
Today everybody’s gonna know my name
I let the hoochies get wicked till they can’t take no more
Then I twist it to suit them what y’all laughing for
Were to Jehovah see fatness to you and me
The witness above god namer and shamer B
You see it’s all about the trust and if you’re asking ice
My sisters everything’s nice so never ask me twice
I’ll let my street buck buck see we be getting on down
My brothers nice to meet you props were repping the town
You’ll hear the gingerbread cooking in the background dude
Immortal romance forms were shelling in the nude
You see it all about the money motherfuck this place
Never go against ice I’ll never lose the case
You know the badder men are coming out foo how’s that sound
Before they try to twist it dig a hole in the ground
I’ll be a motherfucking hustler till the day that I die
I roll tokoto only with a pin in my tie
Chorus.
Check it were lowlife’s criminals and creepo’s g
This is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with it me
Were straight scoundrels evil doers sinners and brutes
We make mischief were antiheros rascals duke
Now you’re a call girl, a swindler, a floozy, whore,
A streetwalker, a fast talker, a cheat and more this is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with me check it were lowlifes criminals and creepo’s g
I said it’s gonna rain with motherfucking fire on earth
Nigga pop your styles off homie show your worth
Now to my brothers in democracy y’all hold your own
Im never in the same spot because my ethics are grown
The hood ethics of a man were never born to kill you’re
On the edge of the box im with subliminal skill
I’ll never let them get the best of me it’s on tonight before we start to
Fight make sure my shoes on tight
If you’re bufano were bufano bless the ba ba zee were rolling
Harder and harder my pals are pals are praying for me
And all the ladies on their backs getting money for sex my mamas
Hold on tight you’re nearly pushing a lex
Im going to buy me a drop top porche tonight
Im going to make sure the body and the hood is white
To everybody round the world getting down with ice
That’s not my only weapon yo’ that’s my only vice
Now are the mobsters in the house I let the good times flow
Its 3rd division for you I let the diamonds blow I told you one day
Stab will be a billionaire put your hands up trick put em in the air
My crony not too many misters have a diamond fist
That makes me one fly creepo in the mist
chorus.
Check it were lowlife’s criminals and creepo’s g
This is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with it me
Were straight scoundrels evil doers sinners and brutes
We make mischief were antiheros rascals duke
Now you’re a call girl, a swindler, a floozy, whore,
A streetwalker, a fast talker, a cheat and more this is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with me check it were lowlifes criminals and creepo’s g
To everybody in the world
Blends guess who’s best
Everybody get up my homie catch your vest
Cos it’s a hood thing going on around my way
There’s no need for checking motherfucking mail today
I’ve got my Gucci shades on and im ready to play
I know its all about the money to the power and fame
My niggas check your sights out so there’s no one to blame
Today everybody’s gonna know my name
I let the hoochies get wicked till they can’t take no more
Then I twist it to suit them what y’all laughing for
Were to Jehovah see fatness to you and me
The witness above god namer and shamer B
You see it’s all about the trust and if you’re asking ice
My sisters everything’s nice so never ask me twice
I’ll let my street buck buck see we be getting on down
My brothers nice to meet you props were repping the town
You’ll hear the gingerbread cooking in the background dude
Immortal romance forms were shelling in the nude
You see it all about the money motherfuck this place
Never go against ice I’ll never lose the case
You know the badder men are coming out foo how’s that sound
Before they try to twist it dig a hole in the ground
I’ll be a motherfucking hustler till the day that I die
I roll tokoto only with a pin in my tie
Chorus.
Check it were lowlife’s criminals and creepo’s g
This is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with it me
Were straight scoundrels evil doers sinners and brutes
We make mischief were antiheros rascals duke
Now you’re a call girl, a swindler, a floozy, whore,
A streetwalker, a fast talker, a cheat and more this is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with me check it were lowlifes criminals and creepo’s g
I said it’s gonna rain with motherfucking fire on earth
Nigga pop your styles off homie show your worth
Now to my brothers in democracy y’all hold your own
Im never in the same spot because my ethics are grown
The hood ethics of a man were never born to kill you’re
On the edge of the box im with subliminal skill
I’ll never let them get the best of me it’s on tonight before we start to
Fight make sure my shoes on tight
If you’re bufano were bufano bless the ba ba zee were rolling
Harder and harder my pals are pals are praying for me
And all the ladies on their backs getting money for sex my mamas
Hold on tight you’re nearly pushing a lex
Im going to buy me a drop top porche tonight
Im going to make sure the body and the hood is white
To everybody round the world getting down with ice
That’s not my only weapon yo’ that’s my only vice
Now are the mobsters in the house I let the good times flow
Its 3rd division for you I let the diamonds blow I told you one day
Stab will be a billionaire put your hands up trick put em in the air
My crony not too many misters have a diamond fist
That makes me one fly creepo in the mist
chorus.
Check it were lowlife’s criminals and creepo’s g
This is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with it me
Were straight scoundrels evil doers sinners and brutes
We make mischief were antiheros rascals duke
Now you’re a call girl, a swindler, a floozy, whore,
A streetwalker, a fast talker, a cheat and more this is the hustlers anthem my players sing it with me check it were lowlifes criminals and creepo’s g