Papoose - Hustle Hard lyrics

[Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that p**y Holla back [Verse 1: Papoose] Listen if you eightball shavin' on the block Turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard) Turn 14 to 28 fast 56 to 100 grams, now I'm on yo a** (Hustle Hard) I ain't stoppin' at a hundred grams A hundred grams to a hundred grand Let's take it back to the gutter fam, I ain't shaking none of your s**as hands Cause I'm better than you, you, him, and your other man They Nino Brown when they makin' them s**a jams But they get to the radio and turn to the gutterman You and your R&B boss make a good couple fam I'm a catch you at Lover's Lane like Son of Sam Got the revolver in my f**in' hand Automatics like that Hot 97 concert, summer jam Half of my work, give samples to keep 'em comin' fam I sample 50 like I just copped a hundred grams [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that p**y Holla back [Verse 2: Papoose] I paid for 7 this n***a tried to sell me 6 You can't jerk me I got more scales than fish n***as' mad cause they can't make a sell for sh** When I'm on the block I make more sales than Sprint Gone have to bust yo gun if you bust my balls This n***a owe me some money tryin' to duck my calls Follow them up the one-way street, he smokin' on a loosay He seen me and tried to bust a U-way So I caught him on a 2-way street and gripped on a Uzi I ain't have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way You brought 10 n***a's who thought they'd never see you breathless Well that's somethin' that Tennessee like Memphis Rappers be tryin' to get in where they fit in like Tetris That's why I Ieave they family mourning like breakfast They see other n***as do it and then they try to follow That's why I leave they family mourning like Alonzo [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that p**y Holla back [Verse 3: Papoose] I lead the rifle raw, you just went right through your final door I invite you all, never did like you or trifle fraud Sick as psycho wards, fight you on vinyl, my mic recital was vital Shine a light that'll blind you, my light that'll fight for your title Cry for ? like Michael, my life recycled the cycle I could write you a bible, look in the eyes of your idle I'm right behind you, I lined you, I stifled yours You rap n***as marked for d**h like Michael Moore (Hustle hard) Yeah even my rhymes is a hustle I'm sellin' 'em to your mind, watch my respect double (Hustle hard) They never used to wanna produce him or introduce him Gettin' textes from n***as who rappin' Text messages from n***as who producin' Now a days I get more Texas than Houston (Hustle hard) Ha, you ain't doin' no real bubblin' You keep your ear of the street, stop air hustlin' [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that p**y Holla back