| As I preceed to count my dividends | 
| Plenty ends that I done made, with plenty bitches | 
| With plenty men that they done played, I’m laid back up | 
| In the cut with a cup of yak | 
| I raise up with all the game that I’ve been holdin back | 
| Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals | 
| We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real | 
| My pockets hurtin baby, I need some financial love | 
| So get where you supposed to and, do | 
| What you does, get your facial done baby | 
| Do your physic well, no holdin jail over | 
| Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes | 
| Torn up and ripped apart | 
| Domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared | 
| You fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas | 
| Beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground | 
| I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz | 
| This pimpin got me on cloud 10, I’m feelin zumie | 
| Hustlin, It’s in my nature | 
| Hustlin, don’t be afraid | 
| Hustlin, It’s in my nature | 
| Hustlin, don’t be afraid | 
| I’m creatin' havok on hood spots | 
| The hustle don’t quit until the good stop | 
| But don’t sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks | 
| An lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed | 
| Gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed | 
| FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas | 
| Candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous | 
| Big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin | 
| Everything is all good until police start manhandlin | 
| Picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole | 
| Indicted on some chump charges that I didn’t even ask for | 
| Gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys | 
| Any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy | 
| Like I’m supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin | 
| Boss said anything, I’m makin the plan to start jettin off | 
| Oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop | 
| The only thing on my mind is losin you cop | 
| Someone’s knockin at my door, oh, who could it be | 
| Big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees | 
| I testify, not glorify, when I get high | 
| Tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes | 
| My peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese | 
| On they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys | 
| I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie | 
| Smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky | 
| Pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together | 
| Ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes | 
| Soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns | 
| And freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin | 
| I’ve been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches | 
| Fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out | 
| Pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga | 
| I’m gonna hustle till I leave this earth | 
| Nigga, it’s in my blood to fuck around with these thugs | 
| Straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin | 
| I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling | 
| Sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank | 
| We gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett | 
| In a major way, just witness, business flossin | 
| Boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business | 
| Playas I went from rags to riches | 
| To havin cash and bad ass bitches | 
| Since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola | 
| Hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper | 
| Chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin | 
| Turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon | 
| Those friends that wanna blaze | 
| One come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream | 
| Straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin | 
| For more when it’s over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers | 
| These ??? | 
| known as hustlers, nigga | 
| (until end) |