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ghettostyles - hustlin كلمات أغنية

yea, yea
beat the block up music
y’all know how we do it (ok)
ghetto
banging in your earlobes (for sure)
toting heavy metal n_gga
yea
straight hustling (only f_ck with real n_ggas)
real n_ggas every day all day (straight hustling)
yea hustle hard, hustle hard my n_gga (for sure yea)

verse 1

you ain’t got the cash power (what)
if you ain’t made a stack in a half hour
hit the gas pedal and smashed out
quickest route to the safe house (safe house)
drop of the chips then its back to the cake house (yea)
hope the police don’t turn it to the shake house
and if they do then its pack up and break out
my money long like its mothaf_cking shaq’s feet (wow)
i score easily but i’m not an athlete (wow)
i might as well be somewhere off in a track meet
cause i’m a runner mothaf_cka can you catch me
i hustle hard, real hard like i’m rick ross
n_ggas keep asking me how much that sh_t cost
i tell em major, i started out with a pager
fifty dollar block and a five dollar razor (yea)
hit the block with the attitude don’t let em play ya
now its all history, i’m made (what)
chorus

hustling, slangin cain
every day, i’m doing my thang (beat the block up, we beat the block up)
on the block, balling out
i’m getting it, stacking my pay (beat the block up, we beat the block up)
hustling, slangin cain
every day, i’m doing my thang (beat the block up, we beat the block up)
on the block, balling out
i’m getting it, stacking my pay (beat the block up, we beat the block up)

verse 2

yea, i’m in the kitchen with the pyrex, palms itching (yea)
got the blender on medium, i’m mixing (yea)
stove or the microwave when i’m whipping (yea)
cooking straight drop, in my kitchen (yea)
the fiends love it when their heads whistle (ow)
so the sleep with the shooter in the bed with em (yea)
having pipe dreams, that they were still high (high)
i’m getting money every day so i feel fly (so fly)
i’m a rider, baby i’m gon grind mine
i’m known all across the hood like i’m prime time (yep)
some old n_ggas i came up with, smoked out (d_mn)
i’m dropping off blocks to em in the dope house (d_mn)
they broke the rules of the game and i wonder why
that’s why you never get high on your own supply (you know that)
who gives a f_ck? that’s what y’all say
so i’m gonna get it in stack it big f_ck a small way
chorus

verse 3

the feds got a problem if you selling drugs
i’m on the highway so now we interstate thugs
every dollar that i get keeps us caked up (caked up)
and i can double that every time we bake up (yea)
fiends asking for a wake up i tell em naw (h_ll naw!)
cause i got a fresh pack and i ain’t selling small (fifty or better)
ain’t no nicks or no dimes coming round here (nope)
unless i need some gas money, to get to that fast money (yea)
keep it all the way real i’m never looking past money (yea)
even get it from the haters so i call it mad money (mad money)
zip lock bag money, glad money (yea)
throw it in the air like i never had money (yea)
its funny, how some of y’all n_ggas is f_cked up
like a bad hair line that need to be touched up
never learned one lesson here’s one before you’re lost
if you wanna be the boss pay the cost mothaf_cka
chorus

- ghettostyles

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