Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Street Hustlin', artist - Raney Shockne. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Song language: English
Street Hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Ev-ev-everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' |
| Hey yo, Rick Ross |
| I had the wild coke connect from niggas from South America |
| My Guyanese niggas used to hit me off, ha ha ha ha |
| Flipmode bitch, yeah |
| Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross |
| Now I think you niggas know what it is |
| See when the Reaganomics of it was poppin' off |
| We used to get that inconceivable pop |
| Rick Ross, go 'head and talk to 'em |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I’m the fuckin' boss |
| Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin' Ross |
| I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) |
| I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back |
| I’m in the distribution, I’m like Atlantic |
| I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic |
| I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega |
| He owe me a hundred favors |
| I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang |
| See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine |
| My roof back, my money rides |
| I’m on the pedal, show you what I’m runnin' like |
| When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights |
| He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Ev-everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Ev-everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m hustlin' |
| Everyday I’m, everyday I’m |
| I’m on this shit too, I know ya can’t believe |
| Just call me claustrophobia I leave no room to breathe |
| While other niggas done lived see I create a scene |
| Then I get up on my grind and I hustle to another level to another extreme |
| Amphetamines, weed the empire that I’m building |
| Even got a coke connect through Pablo Escobar’s children |
| Heard what I said bitch, Pablo Escobar’s children |
| They call me whenever they manufacture the coke shipment |
| Whenever there is a drought and we need to place an order |
| I holla at Manuela Escobar, Pablo’s daughter |
| From Columbia through Bahamas, Florida Keys border |
| Yes, the hunger for enchilada gets hotter please call her |
| She gets me coke that makes bodies numb once ya fingers in it |
| So white, the coke got a sparkle like she got crystals in it |
| Look, out of town my gangsta’s bubblin' |
| See I will flip and sell you any drug cuz I be hustlin' |
| We never steal cars, but we deal hard |
| Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard |
| I caught a charge, I caught a charge |
| Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard |
| Ain’t bout no funny shit still bitches and business |
| I’m on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs |
| Major league who catchin' because I’m pitchin' |
| Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he’s finish |
| I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens |
| They flyin' over Pacific to be specific |
| Triple C’s you know it’s back we holdin' sacks |
| So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that |
| Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows |