I'm A Hustla - Street Mix (Dirty Version)
Nigga ask about me
(yeah, yeah) nigga ask about me (yeah, yeah)
Nigga ask about me
(yeah, yeah) nigga ask about me (yeah, yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
(This for all my niggaz that's
Goin through the struggle)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
(that's on the grind)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
(All my niggaz that ever had to
Hustle to get at a dollar)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
(this for y'all man)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
(Personality change, man)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
(The Kid Cassidy, this for the hood)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
I got the product
Narcotics for the customers homey
Fiend's open they be smokin
Like a muffler homey
Niggaz phoney so I only got
A couple of homies
If you a hustler I could-I
Could fuck wit you homey
You spend a couple of bucks I'll
Stay in touch with you homey
I get money I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips all doin 20 a day - ay!
I get cake from buds and haze I'm makin dubs
They hatin cause I'm on the
Grind like I'm makin love
Wit cops got the block hot
Like a Jamaican clubs
Cop wait
Wait for a drought and then I make a flood
Try to take my cake you gon' take a slug
But you can take my information
If you takin drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug
I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
'cause
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)
I'm married to the game
Same bride just a new groom
I do more then just do tunes
'Cause my bills come in too soon
My son gon' be two soon
Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon
But I'm gettin my dough from doin shows
I made more dough on the
Grind than goin' gold
That's why I stay fly and
I'm flagon on hoes
Floss is so cool, in Austin no shoes
Just a rubberband on my wrist no jewels
I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool
I know the rules and
I ain't got time for it
But a nigga will shine
When it's time for it
And they will hate you deal
With the real cake
And they on the corner from
Mornin to real late
I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me
I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me
Yeah paid you got saved don't
Be spend the change
In fifth grade I was hustlin my Genesis games
I was dumb young sellin chewin
Gum to my classmates
On the cash chase movin at a fast pace
Never been a dummy never did
What the dummies do
So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22
"More money, more problems" is true
Because the more money I make
The more problems for you
Yeah I used dude voice props to the boy Shawn
He made it a hot line I made a hot song
So, stop drawin man you got to respect it
I'm the best Swizz got to
Perfected don't mess wit
C-A double-S-ID-Y
'Cause I became the best when B-IG died
The Kid do it big like P-U-N
'Cause I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N, and
This for all my niggaz that's goin through
The struggle that's on the grind
All my niggaz that ever had to
Hustle to get at a dollar
This for y'all man, personality change, man
He Kid Cassidy, this for the hood echoes