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Thats the way, the real hustlers play
Thats the way, the real hustlers play
Thats the way, a real hustler plays
Thats the way, the real hustlers play
(??)
Im a treal a** hustler, a for real a** hustler
That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick a** busters
Straight hustling for them greens
Layed back in the Lac and the pistol lean
Some lable me a money making machine
Because I be on the block twenty four -seven, serving fiends
Ain't hard to get your flow on n***a
Ain't hard to get your dope on n***a
Got my mind on bigger figure my finger wraped around the trigger
Wanna be a dead a** n***a
So you know I got to ball and stay high
Stay crunk full of (?) till I die
Flip the script on a b**h when I click in my ride
Mo money about to ride when I fly
Cause a hustler got his mind on dollar signs
They got (???) ,we ain't hard to find
Partners in crime, never relieng
I put fate in a buster, and n***a behind a grind
No dollars no sense don't make weight
Im moving hay by the way who got the eight
I been making a muther f**ing million
Im out here dealing
Now you know a baller dont play
Cause we some real a** hustlers
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(??)
Lets get this sh** straight from the jump who we be
Lets get this sh** straight off the top P-N-C
Is who we be
We be the same n***a that will buck you
Don't love you
Can't trust you
So n***a muther f** you
Be quick to buck you
Like that dope we'll duck you
Worn out woday no cousin
Im huffing and puffing still got that street sweeper busting
Bullets stay rushing
Straight out that N-O hustling
Memphis to New Orleans
Got them n***as still struggling, this world is crazy
Got a n***a straight disgusted, f** it
Kicking up dust in a bucket, you n***as lucky
I'll run you back to Kentucky
Talking about we country
Now watch these n***as start dumping
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(??)
Im a real a** hustler, a treal a** hustler
Never duplicated f** you player hating busters
Thats why I hang and swang
With my click on the southside
We got plenty money plus we all got them fresh rides
Creeping through the hood in my candy painted old school
Seven deuce Cutless choped up on them gold shoes
Pulled up in the park in the pearl green drop top
Made a right, turn, hit the switches made that a** drop
Front back, side to side
Three wheel motion, on my ride
Booming a** system
Make the b**hes want to get inside
And take a ride with the mo money mobsters
Sipping on Don eating steak,and lobsters
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(??)
Well I was told if you fake it break it
Well these n***as all about the cake
Moving nothing but heavy weight
In and out of state
Representing from New Orleans and n***as love weight
(?) love making the green
Its all about the cream
Rolling in suburbans with the windows heavily tinted
Seeing nothing but lights, cause the tv's in it
When we ain't hot, when we catch your block
How do you love the way the twenty inch rim chops
And we keep the drop on top
These n***as is dangerous
Now why you n***as want to f** with us
Now watch me lay you in the dust
When I let this sh** clack, bust
In god I trust, you mother f**ers want to play around
Now you got to lay it down
And im going to let you know
Up on my face, do you still see a frown
Everybody better give a round, because
(real a** hustlers got to make they ends meet)
Thats why I got to stack my ends
So I can stay up on my feet
Can't let a b**h n***a k** me
Can't let a b**h n***a steal me
Got to make a b**h n***a feel me
Hit them in the back with the nine milli, milli on the realy
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(until end)