I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time If you got it, then I want it, that s**t don't stop Let me get that out ya' n***a Still we closing down shop And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends F**k a benz, I'm trying to get a Land Rover Riding down Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers F**k the ones who wanna see me dead all over in Angola Have 'em saying "Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous" And "I know you couldn't test that nigga, cause he was on that dust" Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds They said I'm tripping, I've got a gift that God gave me I'll be slipping, I'm crazy, I'm a hustler
[Hook:] Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper Straight mob n****s, touching 6 figures on these capers [x4]
I be an artist like Picasso, when it come to these jacks Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can't wait Get tough, kiss this M-11, and quality on like a safe See, my trigger finger's shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out You know the ghetto's trying to kill me That's why I'm giving it to you raw F**k what you heard about a n***a, and believe what you saw Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat The lord gave law to the land The strong survive by the weak Don't play no games, cause I'm tweaking, and you know what's next Get a**-hole Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there Rolex That's on the G to the H to the O-S-T Hustlin' is a habit and there ain't no cure for me
F**k peace, it's a violent society I'm lacking the currency, but s**t I need the bread so I can eat Cops stop it, they don't purify the streets, n***a from Smack Meets Cause I tell it how it be Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they a** beat Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me) I got soldiers with forces and traits from Angola Pelican fate, meal quick at your? Atrophy? Tell me why it has to be, cause I'm a G So many fake a** hoes and foes That's how the world goes Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o We on the D-low Don't make me push it aside like Rico We getting money in my Bubblelaud Benz [?] and Magnolia Slim Boy, why these suckers try to do me Why they mad Cause I'm influenced by n****s who make they own movies While you acting moody, Crooked pass me the tooly I'm a tuck 'em farther down till they do me They be shining like African rubies I'ma a real hustler n***a...