[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'mma 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'mma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' k** me