Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlin, artist - C-Murder. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Hustlin |
| Down South huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends |
| Fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend |
| And won’t hesitate to use my sawed off |
| I’ll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off |
| C-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga |
| I’m badder cause my nuts is bigger |
| Strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 Glocks |
| Dumpin niggas in ditches cause I’m a thug like 2Pac |
| I’m kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N. O |
| Murder is daily everybody packin heat bro |
| Punk bitches can’t survive when ya scary |
| Everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary |
| Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain’t safe |
| At the fuckin club the jackers run the place |
| But I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson |
| I’m crazy for takin these penitentiary chances |
| Cause once the money start commins it’s like you just can’t stop it |
| A nigga ain’t' shit without his pockets |
| So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad |
| I’ll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass |
| Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow |
| They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow |
| So act like a bitch and you’ll get treated like a busta |
| Dat’s how it is with dis down south hustler |
| Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go |
| Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo |
| Hustlin gots to make myself some mail |
| Hustlin gots to stack my dividends |
| Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends |
| Hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends |
| Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P |
| Flew me 2 tickets now I’m chillin down in Cali |
| Dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre |
| But I’m glad so say I think dat I’m on my way |
| Dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits |
| Fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach |
| Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive |
| If you down with me yes I’m down for a hoo ride |
| Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips |
| But if you set trip I’ll be down to bust yo lip |
| Skip down the yellow brick road to the N. O |
| Deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes |
| Now I’m a down south hustler quick to make a buck don’t give a fuck |
| Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain’t stuttin |
| Ain’t hard to see where I’m commin from |
| Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done |
| Commin up in dem streets ain’t no easy task |
| Only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past |
| Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game |
| For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name |
| So peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas |
| And dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin |
| Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind |
| Got to feed the family chased by the one- time |
| But dem laws couldn’t mace me |
| It take a hundred million motherfuckin po po’s to chase P |
| Where should I go where should I go |
| I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store |
| Changed my t-shirt fled out the back door |
| 2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope |
| Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at |
| 3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat |
| Where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll |
| Dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro |
| And the game get deep down south |
| Cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth |
| Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah |
| Gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay |
| Yo G man it’s everyday |
| Drop top cutlass, caddys with rags, impalas |
| Delta 88 gold thangs and zags |
| But we dont' flip flop |
| We like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block |
| From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta) |
| Fuck all ya’ll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler |
| Hustlin because I gots nowhere to go |
| Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe |
| Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow |
| Hustlin commin straight from the N. O |