Turk, Juvenile, Big Tymers We Hustle cover

We Hustle
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Verse 1
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, n**** - we don't want no crums
Stupid s*** - we avoid it
Dope - we exploit it
Had our s*** tight b****es done destroyed it
Now n****s gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - n**** crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another n**** out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only n**** out the project Magnolia with weight
Verse 2
[Hook - Turk]
N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
Verse 3
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
Verse 4
[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S cla** on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his s***
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these n****s runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this n**** - only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught
Verse 5
[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
Verse 6
[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n****s
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n****
Big grab the glock out to shoot, my n****
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', n****
But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my n****
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a n**** wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that b**** when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac
Verse 7
[Hook - Turk]
N****, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
Verse 8
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
Verse 9
[Mannie Fresh]
What
What
What
Remember when s*** was a easy task
Back in the days that pa**ed
When b****es use to cut cla**
Just to let a dumb n**** hit that a**
Now everything f***ed up
Sure virgin p**** gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
N****, that use to be the man s*** outta luck
Young n****s walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "F*** them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "F*** all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young n****s done drove me to pack a heater
F*** drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us n****s from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
'Cause some young n**** blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me

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