Various Artists - Real Hustlers lyrics

-chorus- 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 -chorus- (??) 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 -chorus- (??) 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 -chorus- (??) 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 -chorus- (until end)