作曲 : Turk
This for my block niggaz 
My niggaz who got the block hot 
Ya understand 
Check it out, look... [Verse 1: Turk] 
Everyday all day, 
I be getting my grind on 
So I can live lovely and get my shine on 
Early in the morning, to late at night 
I be doing my thing, going on flights 
Catching the night ramblers, and the early birds 
Best believe they coming, all they need is the word 
Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world 
Especially if you got big bags of pearl 
For the dope fiends 
Crack for the crack fiends 
Weed for the weed fiends 
Coke for the coke fiends 
I'm a all around hustler with every drug 
And I serve everybody, don't care where you from 
When it comes down to money, then 
I gotta get it 
In order to stack hundreds, 
I gotta get out and get it 
And make something out of nothing 
Try to shake something 
Got enough fetti on the strip for me to shake something [Chorus x4: Turk] 
I hustle eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours 
Nigga, Nigga, you put it together [Verse 2: Turk] (Look, look) 
I hustle 52 weeks straight 12 months, 365 days cause they got money to make 
Doing bad is something 
I hate That's why 
I take Penitentiary chances, every single day 
I gotta feed the little one 
That's why 
I do's, what 
I do's Behind a project fuckin' building 
It's must 
I make ends meet 
Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me 
I been strugglin' for too long 
That's why 
I hit the corner and get my groove on 
Selling coke and heroine 
Watching the words that 
I speak on my cell phone 
From the shop to the block, nigga 
Our spot be hot, and 
I, got it on lock, nigga 
And only I got the ki' 
So that means, ain't no nigga could hustle with me [Chorus x4] [Verse 3: Turk] (Look, look) 
All I know is how to sell drugs 
How to make a quick come-up, my nigga, and get it in bluff 
Been making dirty money all my life 
Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife 
Dropped out of school and 
I didn't finish 
Runnin' the streets so hard, 
I ran down my tenni's 
That's just the way that 
I was livin' 
From sun-up to sun-down, just spinnin' and flippin' 
Up and down the block, in and out the hallways 
Back and forth to stashes, like a chicken with no head 
I had to get paid, 'cause 
I like nice thangs (why) 
Cause them hoes, jocks a nigga who got change 
Come on man, you know how it go 
Plus a nigga ain't frontin' ya shit no mo 
I gotta get me, get it 'till 
I can't no mo 
Ball 'till 
I fall, 'till it ain't no mo [Chorus x4] [Turk] 
Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town 
Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. 
If you gotta 
Murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it 
However nigga, get yo shit, nigga. 
Turk said that. 
Motherfuck them people 
Yeah. And it's like that. 
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler 
My nigga Ke'noe, he a motherfuckin' hustler. 
Laboratory nigga; 
You know we some motherfuckin' hustlers, ya understand? 
See what's going down, in 2003 to.. whenever. 
Look .