Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hussle , by - Mr.CheeksSong from the album Back Again, in the genre R&BRelease date: 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 |