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Hustlin' LyricsArtist: Mr. Serv On
Album: Life Insurance
"nigga if you buyin' 10 birds"
"and Mystikal buyin' 10 birds"
"and I go in 10 a bird nigga we got 30 birds"
Niggas bow down respect this killa
candy dilla cap pilla
legend maker take yo ho' break ha'
make ha' shake ha' ass tabletop
drop top candy painted
16 switches in tha trunk
nigga so what you want
i'm bout my hustle day & night
fuck yo life
if you play me bout my change
rearange tha game
got a block from people 7
sold it 12 mo'
before he hit tha doe'
got my money and my ice fucked his wife
made ha' thick pork chops,peas,and rice
Southern dealergittin' his hustle every night
nigga pass tha dice
bail Joe on a come-up
hit my pointgotta blaze up
me my bitch about 10 she shook that for 14
took a Gbreakin' em' off like P
I'ts tha pimp in metryin' to git my coins
anyway I can
see Tanya walk to Westbay
got my dick in hand
you gone pay me bitch to ride this stick
I know you wit this hustlin' shit
so hit yo knees trick
hustlin' day & night
thats my life
candy painted on them gold thangs from tha rap game to tha dope game
As long back as I can remember
when I was comin' up I was tryin' to git somethin'
felt like I didn't have nothin
(I had to)put in tha effort
and tightin' up on my hustle
since spendin tha on
utilities and a mind musta
fish and chicken plate,macaroni cheez,green beanz
5 dollar supper
fuck workin menimum wadge
cause my feet hurtin' I'm musty
cause tha first time somethin' come up missin' bitch
start watchin'like I don't trust ya
and as hard as I used to work
find that shit
then i'm really fucked up
next thang you know
i'm assed out unemployed but I didn't do nothin'
try ya best to invest in my name but I keep strutin'
my financial situations gone be alrightjust gimme my check
bitch I aint stuttin ya
what ever got to do to keep focus keep from sufferin'
these niggaz don't understand
I write my tightest shit when times is tuff
sick & tired of dreamin' bout' blowin' up
chances of makin' it glowin' up
seem like it aint gone happen to me either
rate i'm goin' slow as fuck
but never no worry
wit every reward theres a struggle
and every muthafuckin' come up theres a hustle
rip tha game and got em' tossed up
hundred G's two keys wit tha birder then we bought up
how many niggaz holla solja runnin from tha rollas
gone on that dolja hatas yall can't hold
niggaz off tha tank clockin' bank
so we jump off in them thangs
got tha cane murda in tha dope game
rappers gittin' killed
niggaz guard yo grill
i'm from tha 3rd ward
so otha niggaz better feel
tha silence of tha land
niggaz green & and ham
i be bussin' muthafuckas like cuttin' up eggs and ham
down south niggas ball
in a city like New Orleans
specilfied for murda
thats why they call
nigga Master P
yall want a key
nigga hit me on tha beep
non for free
it's gone for 18 5
but when you hit us niggas
check because we runnin' from tha southside
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