Drive ass nigga, where's my money? Nigga, get your hand off my pocket You put a million dollars in your pocket I'm bleeding, but I'm bleeding cool Don't know nothing about no husband We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle Looking to advance in this world that's monopolized So I utilize, careful not to jeopardize on my chances So niggas pack seventeen and stack their advances I had a couple homies that went to Kansas to Colorado I've never been one to follow, I'm a lone desperado I'm the come up, who have the sum up? Simple gets paid to sit down with his thumb up ***, watch your cash flow, take a downfall When your ***'s not on the ball, who you gonna call? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle First you see a flash and then you smell smoke Smooch cat controlling the whole scene as my people joke The hustle, I wanna be down and all off into it Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers, not the him's I pass those to my brethren in my pocket stacks again But I always find myself saying Please, excuse me sir, place down your bottle I didn't mean to stab a pawn Your epps cloud don't get her overheated Ready to be treated for the smooch cat addiction Affliction to her statement, I had her seeing it Triple visions, blue mountaintops and purple valleys Resting at hand with her epps in my alley Some do get a lingo Others just want more than the equal Try not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to my unsullied people Just do it, do it, do it Smoke a dozier in the south central streets Keep me annoyed so I puff bomb E.T. Ditch to fill the void And recollect the words a vet put me down with Be a voucher paper mac and watch the bull*** clown with Life's a hustle, have money, have heart My matrimony to this player *** is death, do us part and chase a paper From the nine-six tilling fin, blazing in those dims Sipping yak and straight hen, getting twisted out of shape Like a pretzel, doing more crossover appeals than Van Exel And I hope to God I don't gotta serve no caddies Stressin' to maintain some preservation Up in Cali, my partners and mine is sky ballin' out of control But I ain't feelin' that part of the game to slow your roll And talk your brakes, for goodness sakes I spot the fake, the scanners do low one-time The vocals and the jakes Would love to ship my ass to Solidata, maybe folesome But I recognize the trick of racism So I mob out my lonesome And keep my status as a player elevated As the hustler anthem for all the haters Is regulated late Some stupid illegal Others just want more than they're equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil It goes out to my hustlin' people Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it You see, back in the day it's crime page But now rhyme page So I have to hustle up in many ways Now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes New jacket like Nino Grant I put you brothers in fear And let you know that big boy's a nigga In charge over here, I'm out New shoes and new clothes Give me one of them, two of these A fuckin' nigga give me three of those My homie Sean Warren used to give me five for one Back in the days, that's how my hustlin' *** was done Then that game went astray Fools catchin' time, droppin' diamonds Them fools gettin' blown away So Suavecita, my negrita Put me with the far side Tours and pours of Hennessy by the bar side Makin' paints, makin' tapes Doin' dates all over the world In each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks Makin' tracks, but still got fat backs and fat stacks Your booty brown, I guess I'm out Paper chase, hustle That's what it be about We gotta hustle We gotta hustle We gotta hustle We gotta hustle