Tonart: B minor
Verse 1
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You know, man, I've been listening to a lot of music out there, but,
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man, it just ain't no music to make a nigga wanna go out there and get that hustle, you know what sayin'?
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Motherfuckers wanna dance and do all this old bullshit,
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man, I need some motherfuckin' money, you know what I'm sayin'?
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I'ma go out here and put the hustle the best way I know how to do it,
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and that's go out here and put these motherfuckin' workers out
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grindin' this music shit all throughout the street and sell my shacks,
you know what I'm sayin'?
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If it's somethin' big,
I'ma do that
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Another day, another dol lar,
I'ma eat from
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I'm hustlin' up and do the
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Gotta eat cuz, pullin' two elevens
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Resortin' to a one -eight
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Through the streets, I'm just bellin'
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but I can swig all that bullshit
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Never would've got a case,
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bitch, if I knew this
Em
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Bitch that I was fuckin' with
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Was fuckin' with the enemy
Em
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Befriendin' me, see, nigga, he take shit
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Em
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Seriously, mystery loves, cut me
So I keep to myself
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Em
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Hit a lick, homeboy
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See, I keep all the wealth
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See, I'm a movin' stealth bomber
I'm a number one
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Proud not to remind all you
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I campaign like the president
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New bitch, new house,
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a new fucking res ident
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Back on the streets, see I hop and get the
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gas
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On to the next city, I'm
making my cash
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Doing beats and verses,
pepper chasing my rap
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Two or three hundred thou sand,
I'm making
my scrap
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Recruiting soldiers,
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help me watch on my
shoulders
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Moving small, rock rocks the boulders
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Watch out for the rollers, coast to coast
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Hustle it up, to you niggas in the back I'm bussing you up,
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Nigga, I ain't going nowhere, and the dog is back,
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nigga, so you better beware
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So if you see me in the streets, and I'm playing just to deep,
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and I'm carrying with my heat gun
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Nigga, got the hustle it up, I keep it gutta, I ain't fucking with you suckas,
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coming for the bread and butter, cuz
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Nigga, got the hustle it up, I keep it cheap, boy,
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you know hard deep, boy, you know that I won't move
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Nigga, got the hustle it up, you know it's dog power,
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my town ain't your town, so you gotta lay it down
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I'm addicted to getting money like drugs
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Me and my homies kick it,
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that's why nig gas smoke
bugs
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Take a penitentiary chance at dancing with
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Niggas died in the hood, get the pictures
Em
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Crawlin' on them thangs
when these stats goin'
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fast
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Somebody got robbed, who did it?
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That nigga dance I'm a jacker,
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rhyme nine blaster
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Em
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Don't ask no question, homeboy,
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I get her answers, too bad
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In and out , I'm in the wind
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You and your homie died
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before his life began
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Got smoke for a dime sack,
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we gather where the crime's at
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See how we struggle for this money,
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As life goes on,
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more money in more zones
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As I grip the chrome,
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as I sell the stones
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I'm watchin' clock and hoppin'
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G chills, we trans, motherfucker, we kill
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Khakis and
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T -shirt, we run the turf
Papa
Smurf
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I got worked all in all for my
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niggas who wanted them
A -balls
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Serve nothing small, nigga, fuck the law
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I work that counterfeit to make it legit
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If you ain't hustlin', you ain't shit
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Off that hen, dawg, it got me bent
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I'm supposed to get your grip
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Hustle, cause the gang made me rich
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So when you see me in the streets
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And I'm playin' just to keep
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And I'm carryin' in my heat, girl
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Nigga, got that hustle in her
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I keep it gutter,
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I ain't fuckin' with your suckers
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Comin' for the bread and butter,
cause I
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Nigga, got that hustle in her
I keep it
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G, boy, true to heart,
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Doin' it, I want more
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Nigga, got that hustle in her
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You know it's dark
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I'm from my town and your town
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Cause you got to lay it down
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I can't stop the hustle,
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throughout the shootouts and the tussle
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Any way that it goes,
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the money gets me in trouble
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When I bubble up, bubble a bit,
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take care of my kids
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And fuck the bitch,
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I'm in it for the long run
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Till the race is finished,
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but when I'm in it, I'm in it for life
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And I just admit it,
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it ain't no gimmick to this gangster shit
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It's rude to live by,
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I ain't afraid and I will give it a try
Em
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Some damn fall,
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bad times and good times
Em
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It's my time to ball, I will shine
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I keep my eyes on the prize,
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realize what the grind is
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You already know what mine is
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These streets bussin' verses and
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Puttin' my music out, gettin' all the
G's
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Control your destiny on your own,
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And when you do that, huh, you be the next
So if you see me in the streets,
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and I'm playin' just to leave you
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And I'm carryin' your money,
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uh -huh, nigga got to hustle it up
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I ain't fuckin' with your sucka
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So if know the reps gotta,
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cuz a nigga got to hustle it up
G boy, true to heart
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D boy, you know that I won't move
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Nigga got to hustle it
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That's right, you know it's
Dog
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Pound from my town to your town
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Cause you got to lay it down
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Nigga got to hustle it up
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Yeah, everybody out there doing they thing,
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putting that hustle down
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Keep it going, you know what I'm saying,
don't stop
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Cause if you don't make it happen,
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nobody will, you know what I'm saying
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This shit's not handed to you on a open platter,
you know what I'm saying
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So you got to keep it alive, homie,
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you know what I'm saying
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But just don't get caught, cause if you get caught,
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you're outta here
Outro 1
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