Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustin Hour , by - Onyx. Song from the album Wakedafucup, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.03.2014
Record label: Mad Money
Song language: English
Hustin Hour |
| Hustle hard |
| Get ya hustle on, go 'head |
| Get ya hustle on, y’all go 'head |
| Late night hustling, Im caught up in the hustle |
| Three a.m. — hustling hours |
| You better get your money, you ain’t fucking with ours |
| We built it up from the ground up, like the towers |
| Keep it uncut, we don’t fuck with the flour |
| Late night dope sales, open door sales |
| Homes in the hotel, cope with cartels |
| Oh well, the feds ridin' my coattails |
| Throw away the key, throwing me in the cold cell |
| United States Ghetto getting money out the state |
| First week strong, a hundred thousand at the gate |
| Ain’t no love in the street, my thugs throwing slugs where you sleep |
| And niggas pull the rug from your feet |
| South side, nigga, from the heart like, 'what up?' |
| Dark side, one thirsty first so blood up |
| Homie got sent to the isle up north |
| Bet it ends up being no talking, head up and shut up |
| Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Better get your money, you ain’t touching ours |
| Hustle hard |
| Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Hustle hard |
| Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) |
| Better get your money, you ain’t touching ours |
| All I sell is cocaine, I’m a drug dealer |
| Nah for real, I’m a motherfucking drug dealer |
| By my work soft, cook that up |
| You need a nine, straight drop, I hook that up |
| I gotta streets keep calling, it’s off to me to quit |
| Just when I think I’m out, they need a brick |
| Back to the hood again, all black hood again |
| When I’m round the fiends, know the coke good again |
| My hours is from twelve to twelve and |
| 365, 24/7 I’m selling |
| I get a rush just bagging that cane |
| Smoking Mary Jane, packing that thing |
| All I do is hustle, fuck a 9 to 5 |
| Start at 9, make 6 by 5 |
| It’s an all day process, even on a Sunday |
| Koran on the dashboard, bring you what you ask for |
| Niggas got shooters, got hoes, got hammers for sale |
| Got coke, got weed, got grams and scale |
| Got anything you need, ain’t no way in hell |
| There’s something money can’t buy even in jail |
| In these streets i’m the landlord, niggas gotta pay rent |
| Live on the top floor but came from the basement |
| Niggas try to come at me, foul, catch a flagrant |
| Hustle so hard I don’t know where the day went |
| Move work turn bricks to bags, get fixed for cash |
| Even did some licks for laughs |
| Chicks on smash, selling pussy, pimp that ass |
| Kids with masks demanding where you hid the stash |