Dead End Alliance - Heart of a Hustler lyrics

(*talking*) It's going down hm ha, we on the South [Hook - 4x] Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Playa hating n***as, can't f** with me [Lil' Keke] Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Keke smoking tree, blowing up the industry 'Sace shades, Dobb hat, dressed to impress Candy red drape and buck, TV's in my head rest Rolling on blades, chopping up blocks Rolley, bezeltine, baguettes filled with rocks Two Glocks, what did you expect Six hundred Benz, ten thousand on my neck Watch this boy wreck, then recollect Grab the black pen, and sign for the check Notorious but glorious, I made it understood Rap game executive, put it down for the hood Mayn it feel good, to ride and get blowed Billion dollar dreams, me and Kay thinking thoed Breaking down the beat, Solo has provided Dead End Alliance, Herschelwood has collided [Hook - 2x] Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Playa hating n***as, can't f** with me If you really wanna know, who we are When you coming down, like a superstar If they really wanna know, who it be It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D [Fat Pat] I got the mind of a G, in this game Addicted to the paper, so I can't escape it mayn Mind on the voyage or, sha'll I say a mission Back up in the kitchen, and my palms still itching Baby mama's still b**hing, cause I ain't got time Trying to make a mill ticket, paper's on my mind I'm chart climbing, steadily shining Watch and ring filled all up, with diamonds Yellow hoes minding, bumper kit reclining I'm the first n***a to put the funk, up on your mind and Heart of a hustler, mind of a G Procrastinate, but you can hate the P-A to the T [Mike D] I got the heart of a hustler, mind of a G Bending big corners, in my 3-20 I'm sitting low to the ground, plus I'm mobbing on 20's Young up in the game, and got a pocket full of money So much jealousy and envy, plus these haters perpetrating In the end they fall to the waist line, while the strong n***as make it I'mma stay up on my game, get the paper 'fore fame It's all up in the game, know I'm tal'm bout mayn Cause real gon be real, and fake gon be fake But I'm gon kick back, and let them boys playa hate Trying to talk down a real G, from the hood I hold the damn wood, and keep the point up understood [Hook - 4x] [Kay-K] Heart of a hustler, mind of a G DEA representative, and full time S.U to the C who it be A paper made G, from Dead End who sin Quickest way to get out, and get in this game I got's to get wit it, I'm holding my nuts And riding on buck, and these n***as just can't get with it Let my top down, on a Sunday Drug deals and homicides, occurring on that Monday It's a one way ticket, down this lane of slamming do's Pimping hoes, wearing creased clothes And riding blades on lows, fo' life we together mayn Paper gotta get better mayn, G fin to get with the stain Ain't no mo', slanging caine [H.A.W.K.] Thoed piece on my neck, don't try to neglect While I'm draped in Armani, and I'm sipping Moet I live the life of the mob, too smart to rob Ain't no sleeping on the job, when I tilt's my Dobb Cause the subject is paper, and I'm on that chase Lack lusters silly busters, ain't no time to waste Erase your thoughts, while I make my disclosure Too calm gat in my palm, can't lose my composure I'm like Gotti, Rolls Maserati Those who don't know, better ask somebody Sport Versace to the toes, and every playa knows That sometimes best friends, transform into your worst foes [Hook - 4x]