Lyrics

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just getting paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous Say! I'm a trill ass nigga, wait let me define I'm down for my issue with that bread on my mine I'm built for that big boy shit like Depends And outside of the fam, we ain't got no friends I got a couple priors a couple pending We know you ain't a gangsta ho so stop pretending I checked your resume it don't compute If ya bought this and sold that where's ya loot? I know you don't wanna compare ya hustle game with me Your cards two years old and your chain is three Bitch you can't hang with me, and it's plain as day Your niggas ain't got it in 'em then swing this way Your reputation is built on bullshit So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip I didn't want to but I had to do it Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it, nigga!!!! H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous Look! I'm trill young savage I'm the youngest of the fam Bad bitch long hair good weed in the air Got a ounce of that kush no seeds up in there Virgin bitch tight puss had to squeeze up in there When a nigga hit the do' you know it G's up in here It got cold all the pussy niggas freeze up in here Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here Four G's see we all blow trees we don't care Mac 10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere Had some niggas outside waitin 'round somewhere Headline on channel nine you got found somewhere I'm a laugh my ass off blowin a pund somewhere With some big flippers and some gowns and some slippers Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers Savage Life in stores now 'gon get it nigga SO!!!!!!!! H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just getting paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walking round trying to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous Look! Some say I talk a lot of shit well I was raised wrong Coke dealers who got tired of being broke niggas I'm walking outside with the four five yeah! I can't be scared drinking purple to the head Permit the scene yeah we leaning in that boot nigga Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker They call us country cause we thugging in a small county City folk they ain't grateful for their good surroundings I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up It's Boosie Bad Azz trap like and what!! Asylum signed me, now a nigga find me On B.E.T. with W-E-E-D I.E. Ninety eight, I'm an underground hard hitter How you spit how you spit it? God nigga Kay Slay I'm underrated and I promise you I'm fitting to hit the rap game and this what I'm a do Fuck I don't love like Rosa Parks hit the bus Niggas in the south spitting but them niggas ain't us (THEY AIN'T US!!!) We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet Grip teks, and hit niggas in they flippin neck All I want is my respect, I ain't 'gonna say nothing else I'm a let the case rest Boosie Bad Azz!!!!!!!!
Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, Nicole Moniquie Wray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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