We Hustle Letra

[Juvenile]Listen,It's a fresh package I got - why not move itKeepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to itBusiness as usual is goin' on in the slumsWe want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crumsStupid shit - we avoid itDope - we exploit itHad our shit tight bitches done destroyed itNow niggas gettin' out lookin' for employersMade a deal with the D.A. and the lawyerSwearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughterSayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the borderShould've bust his head, but I don't need the heatI'll send another nigga out to handle beef for meIt's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a weekLet me see what they gon' do up on the streets for meAnd if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straightThe only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight(Hook [Turk])Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't playWe hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play[B.G.]Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounceTryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouthIt don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grindIn two weeks I was workin' a 16-25Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'Jumpin' out a 500-S class on broddersSo you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quartersNot a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shitNow I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quartersIt's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like waterSlowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nineHad this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mineGot hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my paThat's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught(Hook2x [Turk])We hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play[Baby]Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killerMichael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggasDubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my niggaBig (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my niggaThen if it go down, I know you're ridin', niggaBut it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my niggaBut I'm a fool untamed by the children in this gameTre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, manJoe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some thingsI start in the hood, I keep it real with my goodsLac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crackSmack a whole brick on that bitch when it come backStone, you play the cuts and watch my backMagnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shackI'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, blackAnd buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac(Hook [Turk])Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't playWe hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play[Mannie Fresh]WhatWhatWhatRemember when shit was a easy taskBack in the days that passedWhen bitches use to cut classJust to let a dumb nigga hit that assNow everything fucked upSure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucksNigga, that use to be the man shit outta luckYoung niggas walkin' 'round with that duckSome say, "Play with your nose."Some say, "Fuck them hoes."Some say, "You're fat.Work out and get a six-pack."I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."Young niggas done drove me to pack a heaterFuck drawin' up the meat beatersThey tryin' to defeat usMove us out and delete usErase us niggas from the face of the earthPut your dick in the dirtNo how, no way, daddy, it won't workI refuse to be a statisticDNA ballisticWith a closed casket'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the sideLil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel meYou ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me