Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlin' is a Habit, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Soulja Slim Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CLEMATIS
Song language: English
Hustlin' is a Habit |
I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid |
And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time |
If you got it, then I want it, that shit don’t stop |
Let me get that out ya' nigga |
Still we closing down shop |
And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends |
Fuck a benz, I’m trying to get a Land Rover |
Riding down Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers |
Fuck the ones who wanna see me dead all over in Angola |
Have 'em saying «Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous» |
And «I know you couldn’t test that nigga, cause he was on that dust» |
Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call |
A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds |
They said I’m tripping, I’ve got a gift that God gave me |
I’ll be slipping, I’m crazy, I’m a hustler |
Hook |
Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper |
Straight mob niggas, touching 6 figures on these capers (x4) |
I be an artist like Picasso, when it come to these jacks |
Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet |
I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can’t wait |
Get tough, kiss this M-11, and quality on like a safe |
See, my trigger finger’s shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth |
See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out |
You know the ghetto’s trying to kill me |
Thats why I’m giving it to you raw |
Fuck what you heard about a nigga, and believe what you saw |
Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat |
The lord gave law to the land |
The strong survive by the weak |
Don’t play no games, cause I’m tweaking, and you know whats next |
Get ass-hole Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there Rolex |
Thats on the G to the H to the O-S-T |
Hustlin' is a habit and there ain’t no cure for me |
Hook (x4) |
FUCK PEACE, its a violent society |
I’m lacking the currency, but shit I need the bread so I can eat |
Cops stop it, they don’t purify the streets, nigga from Smack Meets |
Cause I tell it how it be |
Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they ass beat |
Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me) |
I got soldiers with forces and traits from Angola |
Pelican fate, meal quick at your? |
atrophy? |
Tell me why it has to be, cause I’m a G |
So many fake ass hoes and foes |
Thats how the world goes |
Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o |
We on the D-low |
Don’t make me push it aside like Rico |
We getting money in my Bubblelaud Benz |
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and Magnolia Slim |
Boy, why these suckers try to do me |
Why they mad |
Cause I’m influenced by niggas who make they own movies |
While you acting moody, Crooked pass me the tooly |
I’m a tuck 'em farther down till they do me |
They be shining like African rubies |
I’mma a real hustler nigga… |
Hook |