Fredro Starr - Hustlin' Hour lyrics

[Intro] Hustle hard! Get your hustle hard, go 'head Get your hustle hard, y'all go 'head Late night hustling, [??] [Verse 1 - Fredro Starr] Three am, hustling now is You better get your money, you ain't f**ing with ours! We build up from the ground up, like the towers Keep it uncut, we don't f** with the flour! Late night dope sails, opium dope sails Homes in the hotels, cope with cartels Oh well, the feds ridin' my coattails Throw away the key, throwing me in the cold cell United States ghetto, getting money up in state First week strong, a hundred thousand at the gate Ain't no love in the street, but thugs throwing slugs where you sleep And n***as pull the rug when you [??] Shout South, n***a, from the heart, like, 'what up?' Talk South, one thirsty first so blood up! Homie got sent to the alley alone [??] no talking, had [??] shut up! [Hook] Get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Go 'head, get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Better get your money, you ain't touching ours! Hustle hard! Get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Go 'head, get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Hustle hard! Get your hustle hard (Hustlin hours!) Better get your money, you ain't touching ours! [Verse 2 - Makem Pay] All I sell is c**aine, I'm a drug dealer Now for real, I'm a motherf**ing drug dealer! By my work soft, cook that up You need a nine, straight drop, I hook that up! Streets keep calling, it's hard for me to quit Just when I think I'm out, they need a brick Back to the hood again, all black hood again When I'm round the fiends, know the coke good again! My hours is from twelve to twelve and 360, 24/7 I'm selling I get a fuss just bagging that cane Smoking Mary Jane, packing that thing! All I do it hustle, f** it 9 to 5 Stole at 9, make six by 5 It's an all day, process, even on a Sunday Grind on a dashboard, bring you what you ask for [Hook] [Verse 3 - Sticky Fingaz] n***as got shooters, got hoes, got hammers [??] sell Got coke, got weed, got grams and scale Got anything you need, ain't no way in hell There's something money can't buy even in jail In the streets of the landlord, n***a gotta pay rent Living on a top floor, but came from the basement! n***as tryna cover me, foul, catch a flagrant Hustle so hard, I don't know where the day went Move work turned bricks to bags Get fixed for cash, even this [??] for last Checks [??] smash, tell him, p**y, pimp that a** Kids [??] [??] you hit the stash! [Hook]