on shit shit yeah nigga by any means necessary to get your bread nigga i m bout to get it right bubblin all night hustlin man that s most of my life fuck tuesdays and thursdays i m out on the streets stoppin traffic not worried about police and they punk sweeps see i got fronted the zip by my older cousin and when he gave it he said this shit go carefully be with it slick you don t want a case to fight a ight i get it to the track for scritch now ain t this a bitch i damn near made it happen but somebody was jealous and told i was crackin but fuck it see they gotta live for workin with police laughin at authorities to hell with the station plus a shell to whoever gave vallejo information patient who stay with his head achin i m up all night tryna right my bacon hustle and while my nigga boss on the s t straight hustlin i m networkin still at your b and i m bustin and who i m trustin not nann nigga hustlin in a different form tryna get it bigger mouthpiece so hard on a broad no labor hustlin never playin captain save a hoe you should know b luv ain t playin like a poodle she obeyin everything that i m sayin enough of that though a million things goin through my mind but i handle it like a soldier gettin blapped at on the frontline takin all bullets even shells my life s a big hustle and i ma show and tell never been materialistic everything s for sale beatin em to the punch like bill gates for the mail just like a crack fiend need blow got to have it that s how i be green in my face got to grab it me and my amigos we seein chips come through dipped in european whips beats slappin we so mackish giggin in somethin so throwbackish no practice it s all on auto old school dope game like troops and lottos don t use the bottle but boy i m dope just like a 30 ought with the scope my niggas move more snow than ski slopes y all niggas is lame don t know the ropes i don t know your folks fuck em they weenies my niggas jack saps put holes in beanies get it get it get it eat it and shit it every time i done it they say he did it mac dre keep a heater on me and touch more bread than salami  yo yo it s the motherfuckin husalah husalah how could you make a song about hustlin without the husalah man it s nothin you re petty coat pushin i m 26 kickin it cross country strippin it pay me 25 i only pay one sixth of it dumb dewy fresh yeah trill shit i m livin it mob til my death one two three get your scrill right nigga on the darkside of life you ll find me a dope dealer husalah husalah a sideways leaner if i twist six off i ma bring back nina my 4 5 spark your lights ll go dark and i still got work for cheap my hustle won t slack off until i get my smack off pull my stog out on a poor bitch and jack off i don t need sex i need tecs and 4 5 s a motherfuckin husalah husalah like wha 