Hustla

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke<br>Pork rinds and a soda pop<br>I told a cop I`d beat it, lost<br>At 3 a.m., they told up "stop"<br>We got it real real, to the top<br>A G like 30 feet away from the county line<br>The weed flyin, the golden smilin<br>Wip it nice an then they sign<br>Man, fuck<br>How denyin` my damn luck,<br>This ain`t no find if we get stuck I`m doin time<br>Don`t get messy with the Prezzy<br>A quarter pound ain`t worth the rizzy<br>Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth<br>Back an forth we swerve and dip<br>Pumpkin pie<br>Bust a cop<br>I`ll be damned, they took my crop<br>Shook `em wit that lead foot an hit about a hunid fi (105)<br>Miles per hour<br>In the country wit the pudin, good an chunky<br>40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money<br>Got to be that early bird<br>To grind an get what I deserve<br>Quick to burn an an can`t mesquite it<br>Lord I need it fore the third<br>Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure<br>Standin on the standard curb<br>Days begin to bend an blurred<br><br>Homegrown bacon<br>Yeah, I`m havin the wage<br>Tendency of a 50 hit, when its about gettin payed<br>Came along with a ragin theif hidin under the shade<br>An momma won`t quit buggin me about my heathenish ways<br>Now I`ve wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer<br>Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin my fears<br>Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob<br>Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah! (hustla)<br><br>Chorus:<br>If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)<br>And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)<br>If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)<br>And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)<br><br>Aint no tenth, 35%<br>Dent in my hub caps, sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that<br><br>Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo<br>Dough is what Im reachin fo<br>Money low, need some mo<br>Hustlin these streets alone<br><br>Now everyday I work, 75<br>A&R tellin me lies<br>Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla die<br>Now peep the otha side, ova them hills<br>Rich dude that own them mills<br>Tha candy sto is open for sale<br>These junkies gone smoke it to death<br>Money, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles, gold grills<br>no scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill<br>wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still<br>lay it on the fish scales<br>I`m assed out in the back seat of the Pont-i-ac<br>Got a cup full of Con-i-ac<br>Quarter out of hunny sacks<br>Tell me get my money back<br>Still broke, feel like I ain`t got shit to live fo<br>So much to kill fo<br>C`mon, this niggas transition, ain`t no use in sittin round wishin<br>But my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmition<br>Get my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zone<br>Bundle that bubble, lets make it split<br>We buy: peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs<br>nigga, please, anything you ask fo, we got what you need<br>To these college degrees we applyin to streets, cause I`m a (hustla)<br><br>Chorus:<br>If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)<br>And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)<br>If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)<br>And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)<br><br>[spoken]<br>Hustla. Carry many meanings..<br>Whether you a crook in them books<br>whether you usin your mind or usin a 9<br>bootleg alcohol, or runnin the ball<br>you must get it in. You was born a hustla<br>an you a die a hustla. Prophit, hit `em wit it<br>[/spoken]<br><br>I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera<br>For life in a ballance, of it<br>Lyin an shinin a beddy ro<br>I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean)<br>If I don`t crush it then Imma bust the 9<br>I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, its over y`all<br>Wit all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time<br>Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog<br>My state of mind`s on the grind like a eighths of raw<br>Dont go trickin `em all, Imma have you bust for all my yiggas<br>Live for the days so we can hustle `em all, aww!<br>What? What? What? Aw! Aww!