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Correct Hustlin Lyrics
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[Kurupt] Yeah, nigga, nigga No disrespect to you East coast The West coast we got heat too We gon' keep it real G'd up (Y. A., Tri, Lil' Kurupt) [Verse One] Okay, if I don't make it rappin it's back to jackin Back to the click-clackin and the khaki jackets I'm a rider, dat's why I got that tat And a provider, jazz got a lot I ain't had I'm a survivor, screwdriver, cracked steering column Every event, book bag, gat at the bottom I'm convinced, that my common sense intensify Now I'm convinced it's, hoppin over fences [Chorus: patois speaker - best guess] Six in de mornin you know they kyan't find no mo-ney, mo-ney [?] get money haffi feed my whole fami-ly, fami-ly It was because I load 'n buck gyal you know she a scared for me, for me Because the tussle an' the hustle an' it rough and [?] to be me, be me [Kurupt] Pistol's my specialty, and uh I'm a gangster, my specialy, and uh Fire I let it fly and toss, and uh I'm a boss molotovs get tossed, and uh Hey girl, what the fuck's the deal? And uh You want the fake girl, or you want the real? And uh Sixty-four Chevy's all on D's, and uh Overdosin to West coast mc's, and uh And you be thinkin you got me but you ain't got a thang Niggaz claimin they bangin but they don't really bang Since I [?] opposition position switch the game Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a niggaz frame [Chorus:] [Verse Three] I'm a pistol popper, 88 candy-painted Cadillac dropper Tanqueray and vodka One-nine or thirty-eight, tec and a chopper Infrared hollow pointed tucked in my boxers I'ma keep it gangster y'all, fuck what the rest say Keep a lot of dope and coke, like an ese So please pay attention, this street shit is serious My niggaz leave you bleedin like bitches on they periods Contact your label, bring your best artists-es Nigga we started this, verbally retarded shit Entourage rider, we eatin Budweiser Throw away thirty-eight, brand new fo'-fiver [Chorus:] [Kurupt] (The hustlin is hard) Break 'em down nigga (It get rougher in my yard) Gotti, nigga what (We say the hustlin is hard) Please let's roll these suckers (It get rough and get it tough in my yard) [patois speaker ad lib to end]
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