side (your side) I understand, do what you gotta do and Hustle real hard, hustle hustle real hard Hustle real hard, hustle hustle real hard (Gotta hustle hard) Hustle real hard, (hard hard) hustle hustle
you'll find us slanging that llello) Yeeeh..(yeah) I remember that (me too) [its the first of the month....] You know we used to get our hustle on? from
bright lights, all right! Story of a warrior. My flight, final destination, thug motivation, time never wastin, pacin my stride. [Flesh-n-Bone] Tryin to get it good! Feel the hustle
, handle, wheel, and the clutch I love what I?m doin' why don't you support me and stop the hate If I gave you 50 G's to shut up, you?d be straight Sike
better cut her loose She wants me for my pimp juice Think I better cut her loose I'm still in that seventy-four, the Coupe in DeVille Still got the seats, the leather, wood
, niggaz (ride) Up and down, Nine (ride); Oak Park, niggaz (riiiide) Up and down, Ten; up and down, Eleven (we riiiide) Southfield, niggaz (this is how we) In the D
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped
wearin' Nigga like me hit the room and all the bitches be starin' I'm not fine I'm not cute, they just know I got some loot Grippin' wood, lookin' good
money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling like Tina, big wheels keep rolling Big money folding, your ery'day hustle
??all motherfuckers know I still live this shit Mount Rushmore with the pot, my face etched in a brick No reminisce, no recall, hit the corner in my Hoop D
.G. Back, back, gimme four feet for the iron, leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through your neighborhood Black SS with the Gator and the wood 350
feel it, you know it's real So this is how I live it, how it's pictured for real, nigga I'm shittin' for real Diamonds against wood, underground king
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn D Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades Having the big chains, the diamonds
these niggaz smell, keep comin' back, can't you tell? Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle
pimp and gangsta! [Chorus - Mr. G'stacka] Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's We
small potatoes No names 'cause this addressed to all the haters From the Wood, there is none greater Mack the headliner and y'all are spectators Remember ?Foe Life? I put the Wood
4's (bun-b) yeh this the city thats slow, the city thats thowed the city where the boys flip the candy painted low the city where they ????? hustling ass d
