| Lyrics: | featuring Eightball & MJG
Verse 1
As I preceed to count my dividends
plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches
with plenty men that they done
played I'm laid back up
in the cut with a cup of yak
I raise up with all the game
that I've been holdin back
take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals
we
pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
my pockets hurtin baby I need some
financial love
so get where you supposed to and, do
what you does, get your facial
done baby
do your physic well, no holdin jail over
resent mail, no hoes with no
clothes
torn up and ripped apart
domestic violence bitches want out battered and
scared
you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas
beat it with a hammer and
scrape it across the ground
I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz
this pimpin
got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie
Chorus
Hustlin, It's in my
nature
Hustlin, don't be afraid
Hustlin, It's in my nature
Hustlin, don't be
afraid
Verse 2
I'm creatin' havok on hood spots
the hustle
don't quit until the good stop
but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
an
lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin
tyedyed
FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas
candy green polly dubbed nips
lookin outrageous
big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin
everything is all
good until police start manhandlin
picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for
gettin hastled by wild
boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys
any instructions given he put some more shit on like,
now boy
like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin
boss said anything,
I'm makin the plan to start jettin off
oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop
the only thing on my mind is losin you cop
Chorus
Verse 3
Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be
big baller with the sawed off
choppin off all below your knees
I testify, not glorify, when I get high
tell all
that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes
my peers they die, why, over they set they
ride on cheddar cheese
on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys
I dip
through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie
smokin sticky, and breathin until my
breathe get stinky
pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together
ran
like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes
soakin up the streets like a
sponge, drugs and guns
and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin
I've
been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches
fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin
out
pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga
I'm gonna hustle
till I leave this earth
Chorus
Verse 3
Nigga, it's
in my blood to fuck around with these thugs
straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume
niggas buck pealin
I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling
sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank
we gettin bank, to set it off like
Jada Pinkett
in a major way, just witness, business flossin
boss playas kickin
champagne wishes before this rap business
playas I went from rags to riches
to havin
cash and bad ass bitches
since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola
hit ups
savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper
chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby
just shakin
turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon
those friends
that wanna blaze
one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream
straight cream
on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin
for more when it's over, slangin these
head rhymes to young soldiers
these ??? known as hustlers, nigga
Chorus
(until end |
