Lyrics:
beautiful woman sitting by the corner not saying shit coz I don't with hoes son
This is for the hustlers hustlers
This is for the G's
This one ain't for
the motherfucking front page
High attack to the block like a cop
Open up an operation slangin' rocks
First I gotta get a crew full of hustlers
And fuck motherfuckers
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
get this shit gone by the morning
Man, these niggas mumbling, quit all the faking
I get yo ass gone by the morning
Have you ever got a nigga up out
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full
to see which freak be hot
For me, what do you know I got four of em
Give em all equal time cause I don't love em
I got this big fat trojan full
'2001'
What a time, what a year
'2001'
'A Space Odyssey' year
Yeah, one of us lost and one of us clear
Black monolith, bitch, they full of ideas
Man,
eyes see the sunshine
My thoughts is jukin the block and dodgin it one time
Peep how we movin them rocks and the pounds of dro 'fore I double my shit
Yeah)
Ima hardbody
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I just gotta keep a gun by me
Swear to god Nîgga love violence
Send a hit like I'm John gotti
Gotta feeling ima
money
If it ain't about money
This one goes to my hustlers gettin' money
Don't waste my time
This one goes to my thugs gettin' money
See its all
just pissed
You shoot like you got permission to miss
You wouldn't clap nickels by a fountain
With yo' bitch in a wish
I don't ballroom brawl
Fuck a kick
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
thinkin' 'bout it
Yo, yo
I'm Yo Gotti, I normally don't talk a lot
I open the door and she walkin' out
A couple of things you should figure out (what
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
to set shit off
You know how we do. Jersey - stand up! P.A. - stand up!
Where my hustlers at? Come on!
I get that money, I don't care if it's dirty
about to set shit off.
You know how we do. Jersey – stand up! P.A. – stand up!
Where my hustlers at? Come on!
I get that money, I don’t care if it’s
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Get money nigga, yeah aw yeah.
Dedicate this one to all the hustlers
That get up every motherfuckin' morning
And put they work down.
I see
promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood, is it worth the time?
Like, who
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
For the last 12 years I could never get enough
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