Текст песни Big Tymers - We Hustle, слова песни Big Tymers

Текст песни Big Tymers - We Hustle

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[Juvenile]Listen,It`s a fresh package I got - why not move itKeepin` it in the house `ll have the Feds locked to itBusiness as usual is goin` on in the slumsWe want the whole cake, nigga - we don`t want no crumsStupid shit - we avoid itDope - we exploit itHad our shit tight bitches done destroyed itNow niggas gettin` out lookin` for employersMade a deal with the D.A. and the lawyerSwearin` he would never tell - put it on his daughterSayin` he was outta town - nigga crossed the borderShould`ve bust his head, but I don`t need the heatI`ll send another nigga out to handle beef for meIt`s a test `cause I`ve been given him a ki a weekLet me see what they gon` do up on the streets for meAnd if he hand me his business, I`ma make sure he`s straightThe only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight(Hook [Turk])Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don`t playWe hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don`t play[B.G.]Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounceTryin` to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouthIt don`t stop from sun-up to sun-down - I`m on the grindIn two weeks I was workin` a 16-25Tryin` to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin`Jumpin` out a 500-S class on broddersSo you only had a nickel like me hustlin` hard`Fore I knew I was workin` four ounces and two quartersNot a taker I`m scarred from (? ?)Swore he was gon` front just bringin` his shitNow I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quartersIt`s cooked already - I got these niggas runnin` like waterSlowly, I`m comin` up - scorin` a ounce since fronted nineHad this nigga - only said what they workin`, the block is mineGot hustlin` skills in my blood - come from my paThat`s how I know the game `cause at a young age I was taught(Hook2x [Turk])We hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don`t play[Baby]Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killerMichael, (?), Curl, y`all lay back and peep these niggasDubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my niggaBig (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my niggaThen if it go down, I know you`re ridin`, niggaBut it`s cool - I lost some hot boys, my niggaBut I`m a fool untamed by the children in this gameTre, go grab them things, we gon` get paid, manJoe Casey know a nigga wan` buy some thingsI start in the hood, I keep it real with my goodsLac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan` buy some crackSmack a whole brick on that bitch when it come backStone, you play the cuts and watch my backMagnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shackI`m `bout to go to a car lot on veterans, blackAnd buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac(Hook [Turk])Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don`t playWe hustle hustle everyday, all dayGet our grind on in the project hallwayNigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a KHot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don`t play[Mannie Fresh]WhatWhatWhatRemember when shit was a easy taskBack in the days that passedWhen bitches use to cut classJust to let a dumb nigga hit that assNow everything fucked upSure virgin pussy gon` cost you a-hundred bucksNigga, that use to be the man shit outta luckYoung niggas walkin` `round with that duckSome say, "Play with your nose."Some say, "Fuck them hoes."Some say, "You`re fat. Work out and get a six-pack."I say, "Fuck all that, I`d rather have six facts."Young niggas done drove me to pack a heaterFuck drawin` up the meat beatersThey tryin` to defeat usMove us out and delete usErase us niggas from the face of the earthPut your dick in the dirtNo how, no way, daddy, it won`t workI refuse to be a statisticDNA ballisticWith a closed casket`Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the sideLil` daddy, I`ma swing wide and let everything out here feel meYou ain`t gon` do it - old age gon` kill me

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