| I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid
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| And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time
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| If you got it, then I want it, that shit don’t stop
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| Let me get that out ya' nigga
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| Still we closing down shop
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| And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends
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| Fuck a benz, I’m trying to get a Land Rover
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| Riding down Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers
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| Fuck the ones who wanna see me dead all over in Angola
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| Have 'em saying «Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous»
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| And «I know you couldn’t test that nigga, cause he was on that dust»
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| Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call
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| A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds
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| They said I’m tripping, I’ve got a gift that God gave me
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| I’ll be slipping, I’m crazy, I’m a hustler
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| Hook
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| Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper
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| Straight mob niggas, touching 6 figures on these capers (x4)
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| I be an artist like Picasso, when it come to these jacks
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| Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet
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| I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can’t wait
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| Get tough, kiss this M-11, and quality on like a safe
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| See, my trigger finger’s shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth
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| See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out
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| You know the ghetto’s trying to kill me
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| Thats why I’m giving it to you raw
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| Fuck what you heard about a nigga, and believe what you saw
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| Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat
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| The lord gave law to the land
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| The strong survive by the weak
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| Don’t play no games, cause I’m tweaking, and you know whats next
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| Get ass-hole Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there Rolex
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| Thats on the G to the H to the O-S-T
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| Hustlin' is a habit and there ain’t no cure for me
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| Hook (x4)
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| FUCK PEACE, its a violent society
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| I’m lacking the currency, but shit I need the bread so I can eat
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| Cops stop it, they don’t purify the streets, nigga from Smack Meets
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| Cause I tell it how it be
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| Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they ass beat
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| Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me)
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| I got soldiers with forces and traits from Angola
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| Pelican fate, meal quick at your? |
| atrophy?
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| Tell me why it has to be, cause I’m a G
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| So many fake ass hoes and foes
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| Thats how the world goes
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| Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o
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| We on the D-low
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| Don’t make me push it aside like Rico
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| We getting money in my Bubblelaud Benz
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| ??? |
| and Magnolia Slim
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| Boy, why these suckers try to do me
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| Why they mad
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| Cause I’m influenced by niggas who make they own movies
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| While you acting moody, Crooked pass me the tooly
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| I’m a tuck 'em farther down till they do me
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| They be shining like African rubies
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| I’mma a real hustler nigga…
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustlin' is a Habit , by - Soulja Slim. Song from the album Soulja Slim Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп