still hustlin Chorus: *unknown singers* Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin Keep hustlin
a jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with riches will bring the kilo business I got Creole C-O *******,
a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me But im all up in your chest with heat Givin you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies Till I rest in peace Hustle
that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside) Get that money, God, keep
' on TV courtesy of video music box Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop Like E-40 holding down the yay , N.W.A.
Artist: Shyne Album: Boys Will Be Boys b/w Fuck 'Em 12" Song: Fuck 'Em Typed by: BiGPuN Verse 1: Leave n****a layin' stiffer than my dick when it'
! Pump it up! Like that y'all! Like that y'all! C'mon! C'mon! Bomfunk MCs Bringin' it to you real! Mix the beat My ________. B.O.W Bomfunk MC's
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)] We tradin
I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't file taxes, I just hustle my way through I'm the real, real
Xzibit] We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone Let it rain brother (4x) We O-W in the whole zone Likwit Crew is on the microphone
linen now Getting paper, paper plates on convertibles And my yayo to PA, that work'll move Ricky Ross only fuck with legends Pimp C, Bun B got the hustle
back to sleep Now I awake with paper bags, cash under feet Throw up the W to represent my dynasty And all honesty the prodigy see no defeat Keep all
' you now for a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh, all I keep
y'all street If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style In yo' town, don't trip nigga
sticky like glue Blood leakin out, girls freakin out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out Got you on your knees like a freak, jugglin deez nuts Smugglin these cuts from s.c
da judge... fuck da chomp n da district attorney Check my bank account n bitch c wat I'm earning... It's a dirty dirty world n it keep on turning... Niggas keep
a while Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile And I hope you ain't offended by the way that this sounds But uhh... all I keep thinkin
to sleep yet It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) It's going down in the South, (going down in the South) [Big Boss:] It all started with a tour of the B.C
