Y0 y0 wat up me homies desiree s.f here ima true east sida s0 d0nt fuqk wit me me and my man nelly will d0 something b0ut it my h0mie eeeh just playin
[chorus] Thats the way, the real hustlers play Thats the way, the real hustlers play Thats the way, a real hustler plays Thats the way, the real hustlers
tha roof off tha ol' school Oh no, I won't turn tha other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta make it smash Blast
like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up
moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like
sucker up buck buck buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running, But the bad bad boyz
What It Cost Me I'm Big Boss Gloss On The Cross Porshe Navigation Never Lost On The Cost Xtra Horse In The Sports Addition Man Dealin Floor Condittion Man Boyz
: (feat. Young Jinsu) 5th album I'm still fresh new money big checks I'm the prince of dis hip hop game all you other lil nigga's stay in lane I see
I so flyyyyy I dont know, but uh [Chorus 2x] I go by the name of Bow Weezy and... All tha other lil homies be easy and... I gotta do my thang to get
*ggaz, can't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta
could up in the streets, but it ain't no gettin' out it When I tell you I'ma G, pimp I'm really bein' modest I could tell bout the dope boyz, hoes, and
: Something's gotta give! Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king, bankhead Verse
get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans I went from old school Chevy's to drop top porches And you ain't did what I did If you from where I'm from you gotta
it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga
through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my
wake that sucker up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running But the bad bad boyz
cause that's all you understand All you care 'bout is hoes and them clothes and them shows Comin' home 3 and 4 every night And got 'nan other time talkin' to me outta line When your boyz
I doubt that Stick ya'lls noze in others folks affairs we ain't 'bout that Weak motherfucker wanna stare when you see me Couldn't wait to snitch punk, bitch you wanna be me Gotta
