Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustle Hard, artist - Cold 187um
Date of issue: 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? |