Master P - Hustlin' lyrics

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 See 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 see 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 tomorrow 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 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 Don't' 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] 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 Two 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 Don't' 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 don't' 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] 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.