| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper
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| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| Say! |
| I’m a trill ass nigga, wait let me define
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| I’m down for my issue with that bread on my mine
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| I’m built for that big boy shit like Depends
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| And outside of the fam, we ain’t got no friends
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| I got a couple priors a couple pendin
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| We know you ain’t a gangsta ho so stop pretendin
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| I checked your resume it don’t compute
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| If ya bought this and sold that where’s ya loot?
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| I know you don’t wanna compare ya hustle game with me
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| Your cards two years old and your chain is three
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| Bitch you can’t hang with me, and it’s plain as day
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| Your niggas ain’t got it in 'em then swing this way
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| Your reputation is built on bullshit
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| So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip
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| I didn’t want to but I had to do it
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| Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it, nigga!!!
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| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper
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| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| Look! |
| I’m trill young savage I’m the youngest of the fam
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| Bad bitch long hair good weed in the air
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| Got a ounce of that kush no seeds up in there
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| Virgin bitch tight puss had to squeeze up in there
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| When a nigga hit the do' you know it G’s up in here
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| It got cold all the pussy niggas freeze up in here
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| Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here
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| Four G’s see we all blow trees we don’t care
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| Mac 10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here
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| Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere
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| Had some niggas outside waitin 'round somewhere
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| Headline on channel nine you got found somewhere
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| I’m a laugh my ass off blowin a pund somewhere
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| With two big flippers and some gowns and some slippers
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| Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers
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| Savage Life in stores now 'gon get it nigga
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| SO!!!
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| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper
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| H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up
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| Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us
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| We be everywhere we street famous, famous
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| Look! |
| Some say I talk alot of shit well I was raised wrong
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| Coke dealers who got tired of bein broke niggas
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| I’m walkin outside with the four five yeah!
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| I can’t be scared drinkin purple to the head
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| Permit the scene yeah we leanin in that boot nigga
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| Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker
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| They call us country cause we thuggin in a small county
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| City folk they ain’t grateul for their good surroundings
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| I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up
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| It’s Boosie Bad Azz trap like and what!
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| Asylum signed me, now a nigga find me
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| On B.E.T. |
| with W-E-E-D
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| I.E. |
| Ninety eight, I’m an underground hard hitter
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| How you spit how you spit it? |
| God nigga
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| Kay Slay I’m underrated and I promise you
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| I’m fittin to hit the rap game and this what I’m a do
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| Fuck I don’t love like Rosa Parks hit the bus
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| Niggas in the south spittin but them niggas ain’t us (THEY AIN’T US!!!)
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| We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet
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| Grip teks, and hit niggas in they flippin neck
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| All I want is my respect, I ain’t 'gon say nothin else
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| I’m a let the case rest Boosie Bad Azz!!! |