[L.O.G. talking]
Hustla, I be hustlin', I be the hustla, n***a
[L.O.G.]
I be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt
I plan it first, get with my click and, they learn they sh**
Now we out on the flight hittin' motherf**in' licks
No talkin' sh**, we got some business
We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas
More ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, Glock
Mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin', strong muscle heavy
Takin' over, patrol ya
They run in your sh** like a Desert Storm soulja
Screamin' "Wartime, what is yours is now mine"
Now can you define, a hustla, must be me L.O.G. from the S.A.C
The M-O-B 'til I D-I-E, now do you feel me, these n***as that try to k** me
I'm with it, I got some caps I wanna peel G, to the chest, straight slug 'em
Cause I don't love 'em, 'matter of fact, this a jack, so motherf** 'em
He got some nerve, tryin to lie 'bout that quarter bird
Not knowin' that hustlin' is the sk**s to pay bills
[Chorus]
Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a
Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a
Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a
Hustlin' is the sk**s, hustlin' is the sk**s
[L.O.G.]
Now get yo a** on the ground, b**h spread yo legs
Put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead
Cause see I'm jackin' for your loot, your motherf**in' yayo
No time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go
So say your prayers, motherf**er look me in my eyes
You 'bout to die, (gun co*k, gun blast), goodbye
Me and my n***as, we can't get no jive
Hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride
For yo merchandise, I even take yo life
And after midnight, you besta stay the f** out of site
I'm not a player hater, I'm just a player breaker
I catch him slippin', then your broke, and then yo a** is smoked
Cause I done told ya, I'm a soulja
Lickin' motherf**ers out they boulders
Crack, let me get that out you black
You f**in' 'round with some n***as who like to ride and jack
For a livin', so n***a thanks for your givin'
And if you wouldn't gave, you would've slept in your grave
So you best not never slip, cause n***as like me
L.O.G., is jackin' for your ?????
[Chorus]
[L.O.G.]
Kickin' in doors and slappin' hoes, dope and gold
For the love of cash flows, who knows
What you get hittin' licks n***a, I'm gettin' greedy like Uncle Scrooge
With a nina millimeter, I need a, 'nother victim to take, to break
He hesitate, to make, I can't wait, to penetrate, his chest plate
No fake, I be buckin' 'em, and when you see L.O.G., I be hustlin'
Cause n***as in my click, jackin' for yo sh**, packin' sh** thats chrome
Ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, 'bout to send you home
In a body bag, cause thats yo a** n***a
Ski mask way, is the ways I raise my cash these days, n***a, and I'mma get paid
[Chorus]
[L.O.G. talking]
I be the hustla, L.O.G., who I be, a motherf**in' hustla