Hustlin'

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 ****'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

Niggas claimin they bangin but they don't really bang

Since I [?] opposition position switch the game

Pistols whistle while missiles'll chip a nigga's 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, nigga what the rest say

Keep a lot of shit and coke, like an ese

So please pay attention, this street shit is serious

My niggas leave you bleedin like b*****s on they periods

Contact your label, bring your best artists-es

We started this, verbally retarded nigga

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]