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(Verse 1) |
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The streets make the hustlas |
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Hustlas make the world go round |
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The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds |
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The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas |
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See how shit come back round for ya |
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Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it |
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See how shit come back round for ya |
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Gotta cake in the oven now watch it bubble |
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And you can knock on my door |
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But you can't knock the hustle |
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But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen |
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And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me |
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Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is |
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Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive |
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And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens |
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Me and my squad in the paddy waggy tally Benz |
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And you know I put the mags on that |
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.45 mack with the flash on that |
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Who want it |
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Everybody sing along |
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(Hook x2) |
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Now I'ma ride cuz I got riding in my bloodline |
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And I'ma shine cuz I got shining in my bloodline |
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I get that dough cuz I got hustle in my bloodline |
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I bleed concrete |
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(Verse 2) |
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And when I move, I move out with the raw |
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I move out with the squad |
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Then to his album we ride we so mob |
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I throw lives and loaves to live |
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For my loaf of bread the people's player |
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I did what the culture said |
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And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid |
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Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head |
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Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead |
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This kid in white with buttonholes inside that bled |
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I'm pumping o's of lots of haze |
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I'm so high and really I don't even know why |
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But oh I just go buy a whole house |
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And lay my mat down lay her back down |
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But I never put my mack down |
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You see the thug in me |
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You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B |
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All my basketball shorts where the thunder B |
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If you want it then come for me |
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I'm right here |
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(Hook x2) |
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(Verse 3) |
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I'm G'd up |
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Only follow the code of the streets |
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Live bad to die good |
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Know how to move when hustling by the day with no food |
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But just so I can eat |
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And ain't it a bitch |
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And if you see me getting fat I'm probably getting rich |
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And you probably can come see me for some crack before six |
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And after that it's all bricks |
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My fate and my palm is wrapped around this eight |
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And my arm because the dirty south is straight Vietnam |
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I skate with the bomb |
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I'm asking you don't play with me at all |
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Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all |
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It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints |
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Cuz I did and I do shit that's better than new shit |
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Fit for two clips |
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The kid is a nuisance |
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Awww man, he's inspired by his own gangsta music |
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And the Blueprint |
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Cruising through the stoop with the ewe lit |
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like ooh shit this is more than weed, it's 500 Degreez |
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(Hook x2) |