Hustlin’ lyrics

by

Mystikal


{Master P}
"n*gga"
"n*gga if you buyin' 10 birds"
"and Mystikal buyin' 10 birds"
"and I go in 10 a bird n*gga we got 30 birds"

{Mr.Serv-On}
n*ggas bow down respect this killa
Candy dilla cap pilla
Legend maker take yo ho' break ha'
Make ha' shake ha' ass tabletop
Drop top candy painted
16 switches in tha trunk
n*gga so what you want
I'm bout my hustle day & night
f*ck yo life
If you play me bout my change
Rearange tha game
Got a block from people 7
Sold it 12 mo'
Before he hit tha doe'
Hitem' twice
Got my money and my ice f*cked his wife
Made ha' thick pork chops,peas,and rice
Southern dealergittin' his hustle every night
n*gga pass tha dice
Bail Joe on a come-up
Hit my pointgotta blaze up
Me my b*tch about 10 she shook that for 14
Took a Gbreakin' em' off like P
I'ts tha pimp in metryin' to git my coins
Anyway I can
See Tanya walk to Westbay
Got my di*k in hand
You gone pay me b*tch to ride this stick
I know you wit this hustlin' sh*t
So hit yo knees trick
(4x repeat)
(chorus)
{Master P}
Hustlin' day & night
Thats my life
Candy painted on them gold thangs from tha rap game to tha dope game
{Mystikal}
As long back as I can remember
When I was comin' up I was tryin' to git somethin'
Felt like I didn't have nothin
(I had to)put in tha effort
And tightin' up on my hustle
Since spendin tha on
Utilities and a mind musta
Fish and chicken plate,macaroni cheez,green beanz
5 dollar supper
f*ck workin menimum wadge
Cause my feet hurtin' I'm musty
Cause tha first time somethin' come up missin' b*tch
Start watchin'like I don't trust ya
And as hard as I used to work
Find that sh*t
Then i'm really f*cked up
Next thang you know
I'm assed out unemployed but I didn't do nothin'
Try ya best to invest in my name but I keep strutin'
My financial situations gone be alrightjust gimme my check
b*tch I ain't stuttin ya
What ever got to do to keep focus keep from sufferin'
These n*ggas don't understand
I write my tightest sh*t when times is tuff
Sick & tired of dreamin' bout' blowin' up
Chances of makin' it glowin' up
Seem like it ain't gone happen to me either
Rate i'm goin' slow as f*ck
But never no worry
Wit every reward theres a struggle
And every muthaf*ckin' come up theres a hustle
(4x repeat)
(chorus)
{Master p}
(ugh)
Rip tha game and got em' tossed up
Hundred G's two keys wit tha birder then we bought up
How many n*ggas holla solja runnin from tha rollas
Gone on that dolja hatas yall can't hold
n*ggas off tha tank clockin' bank
So we jump off in them thangs
Got tha cane murda in tha dope game
Rappers gittin' killed
n*ggas guard yo grill
I'm from tha 3rd ward
So otha n*ggas better feel
Tha silence of tha land
n*ggas green & and ham
I be bussin' muthaf*ckas like cuttin' up eggs and ham
Down south n*ggas ball
In a city like New Orleans
Specilfied for murda
Thats why they call
Mystikal,and Serv-On
n*gga Master P
Yall want a key
n*gga hit me on tha beep
Non for free
It's gone for 18 5
But when you hit us n*ggas
Check because we runnin' from tha southside
Heard
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(chorus)
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