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big tymers – we hustle كلمات اغاني

[juvenile]
listen,
it’s a fresh package i got – why not move it
keepin’ it in the house ‘ll have the feds locked to it
business as usual is goin’ on in the slums
we want the whole cake, n-gg- – we don’t want no crums
stupid sh-t – we avoid it
dope – we exploit it
had our sh-t tight b-tches done destroyed it
now n-gg-s gettin’ out lookin’ for employers
made a deal with the d.a. and the lawyer
swearin’ he would never tell – put it on his daughter
sayin’ he was outta town – n-gg- crossed the border
should’ve bust his head, but i don’t need the heat
i’ll send another n-gg- out to handle beef for me
it’s a test ’cause i’ve been given him a ki a week
let me see what they gon’ do up on the streets for me
and if he hand me his business, i’ma make sure he’s straight
the only n-gg- out the project magnolia with weight

(hook [turk])
n-gg-, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
get our grind on in the project hallway
n-gg- try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
hot boys and big tymers – they surely don’t play

we hustle hustle everyday, all day
get our grind on in the project hallway
n-gg- try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
hot boys and big tymers – they surely don’t play

[b.g.]
started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
tryin’ to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
it don’t stop from sun-up to sun-down – i’m on the grind
in two weeks i was workin’ a 16-25
tryin’ to get it – only thing in my vision is ballin’
jumpin’ out a 500-s cl-ss on brodders
so you only had a nickel like me hustlin’ hard
‘fore i knew i was workin’ four ounces and two quarters
not a taker i’m scarred from (? ?)
swore he was gon’ front just bringin’ his sh-t
now i got a quarter ki – broke it down to six and two quarters
it’s cooked already – i got these n-gg-s runnin’ like water
slowly, i’m comin’ up – scorin’ a ounce since fronted nine
had this n-gg- – only said what they workin’, the block is mine
got hustlin’ skills in my blood – come from my pa
that’s how i know the game ’cause at a young age i was taught

(hook2x [turk])
we hustle hustle everyday, all day
get our grind on in the project hallway
n-gg- try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
hot boys and big tymers – they surely don’t play

[baby]
brother, you my hustler, and k.c. my killer
michael, (?), curl, y’all lay back and peep these n-gg-s
dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n-gg-
big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my n-gg-
then if it go down, i know you’re ridin’, n-gg-
but it’s cool – i lost some hot boys, my n-gg-
but i’m a fool untamed by the children in this game
tre, go grab them things, we gon’ get paid, man
joe casey know a n-gg- wan’ buy some things
i start in the hood, i keep it real with my goods
lac, hurry up back, i know a n-gg- wan’ buy some crack
smack a whole brick on that b-tch when it come back
stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
magnolia shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
i’m ’bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
and buy that new black-on-black 2g cadillac

(hook [turk])
n-gg-, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
get our grind on in the project hallway
n-gg- try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
hot boys and big tymers – they surely don’t play

we hustle hustle everyday, all day
get our grind on in the project hallway
n-gg- try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k
hot boys and big tymers – they surely don’t play

[mannie fresh]
what
what
what
remember when sh-t was a easy task
back in the days that p-ssed
when b-tches use to cut cl-ss
just to let a dumb n-gg- hit that -ss
now everything f-cked up
sure virgin p-ssy gon’ cost you a-hundred bucks
n-gg-, that use to be the man sh-t outta luck
young n-gg-s walkin’ ’round with that duck
some say, “play with your nose.”
some say, “f-ck them hoes.”
some say, “you’re fat. work out and get a six-pack.”
i say, “f-ck all that, i’d rather have six facts.”
young n-gg-s done drove me to pack a heater
f-ck drawin’ up the meat beaters
they tryin’ to defeat us
move us out and delete us
erase us n-gg-s from the face of the earth
put your d-ck in the dirt
no how, no way, daddy, it won’t work
i refuse to be a statistic
dna ballistic
with a closed casket
’cause some young n-gg- blasted my brains on the side
lil’ daddy, i’ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
you ain’t gon’ do it – old age gon’ kill me

- big tymers

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