Down South huster slangin' on dat corner stackin' dividends
f**in' over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
And won't hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherf**in' head off
See murder a real f**in' natural born k**ah for realah my n***a
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' n***as in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro
Punk b**hes can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young n***as gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherf**in' streets ain't safe
At the f**in' club the jackers run the place
But I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances
'Cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
A n***a ain't' sh** without his pockets
So watch yo back when a n***a like see doin' bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo a**
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow
They find ya f**in corpse stinkin in the ghetto tomorrow
So act like a b**h and you'll get treated like a busta
Dat's how it is with dis down south hustler
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Hustlin' 'cause I gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin' slangin h**n and yayo,
Hustlin' gots to make myself some mail,
Hustlin' gots to stack my dividends
Deep down south I used to try to stack my f**in' ends
Hangin' on the set tryin' to stack some f**in' dividends
Till a n***a hooked me up with dat n***a Master P
Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin' down in Cali
Don't' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
But I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way
Dey say dis click has No motherf**in' Limits
f** with a n***a have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a n***a strugglin' tryin to survive
If you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
Never down with bloods or no motherf**in' crips
But if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip
Skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.
Deep down south motherf**in' yeah you know how it goes
Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a f**
Leavin n***as stuck on the real n***a I ain't stuttin'
Ain't hard to see where I'm commin' from
'Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
Commin' up in dem streets ain't no easy task
Only a n***a with nuts n***a with guts got to get past
n***a need sk**s just to play up in dis game
For the fortune and fame n***a tryin to make a name
So peace to the real n***as and f** all dem bustas
And dis goes out to them motherf**in' n***as dats down south hustlin'
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Tryin' to make dem ends strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherf**in' po po's to chase P
Where should I go where should I go
I know dis eight rap f**in I hid the dope in the liquor store
Changed my t-shirt fled out the back door
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem k**ahs roll
Don't' give a f** about you or ya life bro
And the game get deep down south
Cause every n***a roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth
k**ahs, dope dealers all dem n***as on the set you know for realah
Gettin' paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay
Yo G man it's everyday
Drop top cutla**,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we don't' flip flop
We like to pop motherf**ers dat talk sh** on the block
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)
f** all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler
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Hustlin' because I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin' I gots to support me and my hoe
Hustlin' check out dis down south damn flow
Hustlin' commin straight from the N.O.