Curren$y - Hustle Hard lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay-Z] I hustle hard in any hustle that you pitch Skinny n***a toothpick But I do lift weights like I'm using roids Rolls Royce keep my movements, smooth while maneuvering Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in Choices we make trying to escape And I don't need no hook for this sh** This is not for commercial usage Please don't categorize this as music Please don't compare me to other rappers Compare me to trappers I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris And Luda's my dude I ain't trying to diss Like Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't trying to snitch I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick So f** the haven for caving, that's why we don't speak Made men ain't supposed to make statements End of the story I followed the code, cracked the safe Other n***as ain't in the game so they practice hate Hustle hard in any hustle that you pitch [Refrain: Jay-Z] Hustle hard in, hustle hard in Hustle hard in, hustle hard in Hustle hard in any hustle that you pitch [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Money to be made best believe a n***as glocking I run it myself like a quarterback option I pitch her 10 G's tell the b**h to go shopping She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back the chopper See n***as tryna kick but no I don't play soccer I'm all about my cake, I'm trying to marry Betty Crocker A package on the way you know my whip game proper And off of 1 ki I see 70 thousand dollars Now I will shoot dice, smoking on a joint I bet with your gawdy we hit 5 straight points Yo we kept hustling, yo we kept grinding You rap about money and a n***a might sign ya You rap about me and a n***a might find ya Banana in your a** with your head right behind ya Dope game b**h his momma woulda bought em If you holla at me, a fee [Verse 3: Curren$y] b**hes come a dime a dozen I f** em sisters, cousins It's a revolving door p**y going, p**y coming And when they go to you it's coming back to me with money I tell her put them shoes on and keep my paper running I put my mack down just like a G supposed to And if she don't come home with it then she's sleeping over I got em creeping over, we do it then a soda I like them Ameriie, you can have them Omarosas Them n***as down below us, baby we up and over I'm trying to get inside that thing that sits between your shoulders I'm talking large totals I'm talking large motors I'm talking burning rubber then melted Pirelli odor I'm hopping out a Lotus, you looking at my b**h You wanna holla, you can holla take her on a trip But when the deed done, you gotta send her back [Refrain]