We Hustle lyrics

[Intro: Juvenile]
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[Verse 1: Juvenile]
It's a fresh package I got, why not move it
Keepin' it in the house, I'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, n*gga, we don't want no crums
Stupid sh*t, we avoid it, dope, we exploit it
Had our sh*t tight b*tches done destroyed it
Now n*ggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell, put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town, n*gga crossed the border
Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another n*gga out to handle beef for me
It's a test cause I've been given him a ki a week
Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'mma make sure he's straight
The only n*gga out the project Magnolia with weight

[Chorus: Turk]
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play
[Verse 2: B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down, I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
Tryin' to get it, only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on Brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from [?]
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his sh*t
Now I got a quarter ki, broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already, I got these n*ggas runnin' like water
Slowly, I'm comin' up, scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this n*gga, only said what they workin', the block is mine
Got hustlin' skills in my blood, come from my pa
That's how I know the game cause at a young age I was taught

[Chorus: Turk]
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play
[Verse 3: Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, [?], Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n*ggas
Dubbed all and wide open whatever whatever, my n*gga
Big [?] grab the Glock out to shoot, my n*gga
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', n*gga
But it's cool, I lost some hot boys, my n*gga
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n*gga wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a n*gga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that b*tch when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

[Chorus: Turk & Mannie Fresh]
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play
n*gga, we hustle, hustle every day, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway
n*gga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play (What, what, what)
[Verse 4: Mannie Fresh]
Remember when sh*t was a easy task
Back in the days that passed
When b*tches use to cut class
Just to let a dumb n*gga hit that ass
Now everything f*cked up
Sure virgin pus*y gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
n*gga, that use to be the man sh*t outta luck
Young n*ggas walkin' 'round with that duck
Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "f*ck them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat, work out and get a six-pack"
I say, "f*ck all that, I'd rather have six facts"
Young n*ggas done drove me to pack a heater
f*ck drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us
Move us out and delete us
Erase us n*ggas from the face of the earth
Put your di*k in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket
Cause some young n*gga blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'mma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
You ain't gon' do it, old age gon' kill me