Various Artists - Hustlin' lyrics

*C-Murder* 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 C-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 C 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 tommorrow So act like a b**h and you'll get treated like a busta Dat's how it is with dis down south hustler *chorus* 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 *Partners in Crime (P n C down here)* 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 Dont' 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 *chorus* *Master P* 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 2 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 Dont' 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 dont' 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 *chorus* *after the same chorus a different one just right here* 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