Letra de Hustlin'
*C Murder*Down South husterslangin on dat corner stackin dividendsfuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friendand won't hesitate to use my sawed offI'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head offc murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my niggaI'm badder cause my nuts is biggerstrapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocksdumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2PacI'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.murder is daily everybody packin heat bropunk bitches can't survive when ya scaryeveryday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuaryNight time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safeat the fuckin club the jackers run the placebut I gotta do what I gotta do like MansonI'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chancescause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop ita nigga aint' shit without his pocketsSo watch yo back when a nigga like C doin badI'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo assRa ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollowthey find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrowso act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a bustadat's how it is with dis down south hustler*chorus*Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,Hustlin gots to stack my dividends*Partners in Crime (P n C down here)*Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin endshangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividendsTill a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master Pflew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Calidont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Drebut I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my waydey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limitsfuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinachDeep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to surviveif you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ridenever down with bloods or no motherfuckin cripsbut if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lipskip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goesNow I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuckleavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttinain't hard to see where I'm commin fromcause if you from the streets you got to get the job donecommin up in dem streets ain't no easy taskonly a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get pastnigga need skills just to play up in dis gamefor the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a nameso peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustasand dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin*chorus**Master P*Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grindgot to feed the family chased by the one- timebut dem laws couldn't mace meit take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase Pwhere should I go where should I goI know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor storechanged my t-shirt fled out the back door2 hours later back in the hood slangin dopecause its an everyday thang where I hang at3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name datwhere dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs rolldont' give a fuck about you or ya life broand the game get deep down southcause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouthKillahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realahgettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bayyo G man it's everydaydrop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalasdelta 88 gold thangs and zagsbut we dont' flip flopwe like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the blockFrom New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler*chorus**after the same chorus a different one just right here*Hustlin because I gots nowhere to goHustlin I gots to support me and my hoeHustlin check out dis down south damn flowHustlin commin straight from the N.O.
LORBER, JEFFREY H/MILSTEIN, ALEC/MARIENTHAL, ERIC
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