Hustlers (feat. Beanie Sigel) lyrics

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

Yeah
Sup wit' these lame-ass n*ggas, man?
I'm tellin' you
n*ggas keep runnin' to this rap sh*t
You kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Ya'll n*ggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Ya'll n*ggas ain't ready for this sh*t

[Memphis Bleek]
If a n*gga know the Memph
I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you
What type you want?
Supply any drug for you
What high you want?
Bag any chick for you
Nicer sl*t
Yeah, I push hot fees
My n*ggas got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you n*ggas got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
I heard you n*ggas spit sh*t
But it's indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this
But dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between
Alot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game
It's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot
Not, Just ignore it