[juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package i got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, n***a - we don't want no crums
Stupid sh** - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our sh** tight b**hes done destroyed it
Now n***as gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the d.a. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - n***a crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but i don't need the heat
I'll send another n***a out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause i've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, i'ma make sure he's straight
The only n***a out the project magnolia with weight
(hook [turk])
n***a, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play
[b.g.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - i'm on the grind
In two weeks i was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-s cla** on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'fore i knew i was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker i'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his sh**
Now i got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - i got these n***as runnin' like water
Slowly, i'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this n***a - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' sk**s in my blood - come from my pa
That's how i know the game 'cause at a young age i was taught
(hook2x [turk])
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play
[baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and k.c. my k**er
Michael, (?), curl, y'all lay back and peep these n***as
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n***a
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my n***a
Then if it go down, i know you're ridin', n***a
But it's cool - i lost some hot boys, my n***a
But i'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe casey know a n***a wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, i keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, i know a n***a wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that b**h when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2g cadillac
(hook [turk])
n***a, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play
[mannie fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when sh** was a easy task
Back in the days that pa**ed
When b**hes use to cut cla**
Just to let a dumb n***a hit that a**
Now everything f**ed up
Sure virgin p**y gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
n***a, that use to be the man sh** outta luck
Young n***as walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "play with your nose."
Some say, "f** them hoes."
Some say, "you're fat. work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "f** all that, i'd rather have six facts."
Young n***as done drove me to pack a heater
f** drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us n***as from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
Dna ballistic
With a closed casket
'cause some young n***a blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, i'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' k** me