[Hook x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pack
Sell that gat
Sell that p**y
Holla back
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Listen if you eightball shavin' on the block
Turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard)
Turn 14 to 28 fast
56 to 100 grams, now I'm on yo a** (Hustle Hard)
I ain't stoppin' at a hundred grams
A hundred grams to a hundred grand
Let's take it back to the gutter fam, I ain't shaking none of your s**as hands
Cause I'm better than you, you, him, and your other man
They Nino Brown when they makin' them s**a jams
But they get to the radio and turn to the gutterman
You and your R&B boss make a good couple fam
I'm a catch you at Lover's Lane like Son of Sam
Got the revolver in my f**in' hand
Automatics like that Hot 97 concert, summer jam
Half of my work, give samples to keep 'em comin' fam
I sample 50 like I just copped a hundred grams
[Hook x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pack
Sell that gat
Sell that p**y
Holla back
[Verse 2: Papoose]
I paid for 7 this n***a tried to sell me 6
You can't jerk me I got more scales than fish
n***as' mad cause they can't make a sell for sh**
When I'm on the block I make more sales than Sprint
Gone have to bust yo gun if you bust my balls
This n***a owe me some money tryin' to duck my calls
Follow them up the one-way street, he smokin' on a loosay
He seen me and tried to bust a U-way
So I caught him on a 2-way street and gripped on a Uzi
I ain't have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way
You brought 10 n***a's who thought they'd never see you breathless
Well that's somethin' that Tennessee like Memphis
Rappers be tryin' to get in where they fit in like Tetris
That's why I Ieave they family mourning like breakfast
They see other n***as do it and then they try to follow
That's why I leave they family mourning like Alonzo
[Hook x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pack
Sell that gat
Sell that p**y
Holla back
[Verse 3: Papoose]
I lead the rifle raw, you just went right through your final door
I invite you all, never did like you or trifle fraud
Sick as psycho wards, fight you on vinyl, my mic recital was vital
Shine a light that'll blind you, my light that'll fight for your title
Cry for ? like Michael, my life recycled the cycle
I could write you a bible, look in the eyes of your idle
I'm right behind you, I lined you, I stifled yours
You rap n***as marked for d**h like Michael Moore (Hustle hard)
Yeah even my rhymes is a hustle
I'm sellin' 'em to your mind, watch my respect double (Hustle hard)
They never used to wanna produce him or introduce him
Gettin' textes from n***as who rappin'
Text messages from n***as who producin'
Now a days I get more Texas than Houston (Hustle hard)
Ha, you ain't doin' no real bubblin'
You keep your ear of the street, stop air hustlin'
[Hook x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pack
Sell that gat
Sell that p**y
Holla back