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Текст песни MURS - H-U-S-T-L-E

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[Intro]Everybody out here wanna be hustlers, manBuit they dont have any idea what I used to doI used to do anything imaginableA nigger like me was scared to go to jailSo I`d use my brain and just think up the most outlandish shitShit niggers would never do, I used to get dirtyNow these niggaz out here just be out here queer hustlingMan these niggaz got it all backwardsI`m gonna show `em how I used to do it[Verse 1]A lotta people wanna knock what we do on my blockBut we do what we do cause we ain`t got a lotAnd you might get shot if your tounges not watchedCasue dudes walk around with hand cannons in their crotchFucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotchWitht he top notch (?) that can cook clean rocksSee times is too hard for us to ever go softSo the doc got me on prescription strength zoloftSo I can deal with the stress and I won`t go offBut I`m on top, won`t stop `til the microphone dropRollin` four deep in the Cut like, what?Hit you up and then roll off, we tryin` to get this dough bossWe don`t do diamonds cause my dudues ain`t show offsTryin` to keep it low so we don`t see no copsWanna blow up, but I don`t wanna go popGotta blow up cause I can`t let this dough stop[Chorus]H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)You`ll never find a dime that ain`t mine motherfuckerRoll not to be broke and have to stroll like a suckerSo pay me what you owe me, and don`t play with me homie (x 2)[Verse 2]I used to sell insense bottle 10 cents a dozenHit the strip and make `em flip for a dollar a sackEveryday before juinor high I bought a six packAnd sold `em for a buck a piece down by the trackAnd I never sold crack, did aluminum cansUsed to get laughed at by you and your mansBut I never let it get, stay true to my plansI used it all for the studio (Now you understand)In the grocerie store parking lot, like can I help you ma`am?To the car with those bags, used to run that old dragFor a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or moreAnd when I wasn`t doing that I was knocking at your doorLike, "May I speak to the head of the household?"Then give you the speech on how buying this candys keeping me out thestreetsCheap dirt hustles, no glorious tales, but it did keep my black ass fromgoing to jailAnd I`m a. . [Chorus]H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)You`ll never find a dime that ain`t mine motherfuckerRoll not to be broke and have to stroll like a suckerSo pay me what you owe me, and don`t play with me homie (x 2)[Verse 3]I can make a dollar out a dime when I hollar out a rhymeFrom the school of hard knocks, so a scholar of the grindUsed to dub tapes myself, claim the quality was finebut it sounded like shit, lots of hits, hella staticBut for three plus two, them shits moved like magicThat`s five well spent for true hip-hop addictsAnd once they`re friends heard it, then they all had to have itSo I took it on the road with little to no baggageJust some draws and casettes, droppin` jaws with my setsOnce they saw the live show they had to take a piece homeNow I`m almost famous, used to be least knownBut not to big to walk the streets aloneStand in front of any venue witha box of cd`sAnd these kids love me I stay DTEDown To Earth, and down to merch at any given momentIf there`s money on the block, then where am I, Cause I`m a. . [Chorus]H-U-S-T-L-E (Hustler!)You`ll never find a dime that ain`t mine motherfuckerRoll not to be broke and have to stroll like a suckerSo pay me what you owe me, and don`t play with me homie (x 2)

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