Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hussle, artist - Mr.CheeksAlbum song Back Again, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
The Hussle |
Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze |
Let’s give these bitch niggas one more chance |
Throw them shits up (Throw'em up) |
Regulate the real (Regulate) |
Ayo we basically know how us fuckers feel (Feel that) |
How we running niggas |
Ayo they gave me mad problems you won’t amount to nothing |
Well look at me now I did amount to something |
The rap name in vain just like a four four |
No matter were us niggas rock we watch out for popo |
Still up in the struggle I see nothing changes |
These niggas peep the way we roll so we holding bangers |
Sport the jewelry cars and the shelto |
Gamble for car money drink let the L blows |
High school drop out got my G.E.D. |
though |
Don’t speak about what I got the d-low |
Yo I know nothing but the hot shit creating |
Up on the road trips and hot shit we scatting |
From the slums stepping representing the jump off (jump off) |
What we bump hard what you niggas bump soft |
Lived in Red Hook my pops name is Rudy Chattman |
My good times always started with whats happening |
Just call me a hustle |
Grinding pies writing rhyme 9 to 5 |
Pimping chicks doing sticks just getting rich takes muscle |
Saga of a every day struggle |
Bottom line dolla signs we ain’t got a dime we gotta hustle |
Clip feeling strip stealing sick villain |
Let of a lot of wip pealing gangsta type scuffle |
Payback could mean is time to layback and bubble |
But other times payback is trouble |
Just call me a hustle |
Lets give it up for the rusty 32's |
And the day before Lymer |
For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana |
When the G’s stood firm |
Perfecting their concerns |
And a nickel spot with a single shot ready to burn |
Now shame on me it was cloudy I was blind |
I was thinking that this young coward nigga had a slime |
Your not LB your not M.O.P |
I brought tripping from my whole different angle to spot me |
I was blessed with a cursed |
(Curse a blessing within this curse) |
When curse became innershment encouragement |
I’m immune to the pain now I’m loving it |
I’m encourage to fakes the pain and |
Everything else I consider is punishment |
(Take it one day at a crime) |
Sometimes I stare into the mirror |
Asking my self we it all went wrong |
Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm |
Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm |
Ayo listen my daughter is getting older |
I love to kiss’em hold’em |
Daddys always gonna be there for you I told’em |
The world is getting colder |
But imma keep’em warm |
Yall niggas wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm |
Watch you niggas like a job if I got to |
Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you |
I grew up in this raised around the hard times |
Did the thing hustle in boulevard dimes |
The red tops yellow tops and the blue ones |
Powerful always came through with some new one |
I peep them niggas that was down but turn fuckiness |
Ever since Tah pass |
Yeah imma represent LB to the death of it |
Even though you left kid I’m still gonna rep this shit |
Track attacking bitch nigga smacking |
Every time I think I’m out these niggas pull me back in |
(Chorus) 2x's |