Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustle Hard , by - Cold 187umRelease date: 02.06.2016
Song language: English
Hustle Hard |
| I don’t know who to trust, what to look fo' |
| How many niggas wanna kill me? |
| I’m havin a, hard time tryin to determine |
| If that’s the homey, or the enemy |
| Ol' shady-ass, no build for that |
| Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga |
| But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin |
| And I’ll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga |
| One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt |
| Nigga don’t you ever pull a gun and don’t use it |
| Nigga that’s a good way to get your brains blow out |
| Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it |
| Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it |
| Nigga, you betta be real about this shit |
| If you in it you in it don’t be no punk |
| Nigga this ain’t no baseball game, niggas don’t FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK |
| Two brothers goin sack for sack |
| In the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle |
| Strippin the fuck up out of some willow |
| Poppin ecstasy like Skittles |
| It’ll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones |
| Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one |
| Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it |
| What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess |
| Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus |
| Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us |
| Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious |
| No mercy on haters or no bitches |
| Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances |
| So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances |
| Takin all these CHANCES |
| You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES |
| Penitentiary CHANCES |
| You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES |
| I said the world is full of crack babies |
| I remember when the world went crazy |
| Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that |
| And rolled out like it didn’t even fade me |
| Nigga — slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right |
| It’s double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights |
| Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest |
| Motherfucker, now I’m the closest nigga to ballin ferocious |
| Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard |
| (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain’t easy and motherfucker only if you breezy |
| Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid |
| Come with the newest shit I come through with |
| Bitch don’t you hear the music? |
| (Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt) |
| Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt |
| Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt |
| A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O |
| Or maybe cause I’m with 40-Water and a jug of ethel |
| You can’t love it, don’t leave the ghetto |
| Me and I’m heated like two jugs of methyl |
| Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen |
| Eager to be the nigga just for cappin |
| Strappin up ain’t no thang, it’s survival |
| It’s makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals |
| It’s +Higher Learning+, but it’s +True Lies+ |
| When it comes to the +Superfly+ |
| Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside |
| Is it ridicule or stardom? |
| Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon |
| I’m makin niggas fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+ |
| (Beotch!) I’m on some moonshine shit |
| Bit the cork off the Cristal |
| I’m drunk so let me chill for a while |
| Aww yeah yeah now niggas know |
| Well ain’t no sense in me fuckin around |
| My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound |
| To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks |
| Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggas |
| And killin 'em off with sex |
| Ain’t no tellin what angle I’m comin with these circumstances |
| Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers |
| On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas |
| Don’t fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggas |
| I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters |
| (??) take a long time business to get paid |
| To get rid of you cheater |
| Chatter police-ass niggas takin chances (takin chances) |
| Man you can’t fuck with these circumstances |
| And all you O.G. |
| motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta |
| Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters |
| Tryin to throw yo' weight around |
| Like you gon', uhh, take over a spot |
| Nigga don’t you know these youngsters nowadays |
| Be off that water and hot? |