Hustle In My Genes

Lyrics

[Intro] Nigga, I serve yo' ass this time But don't be comin' over here with all this motherfuckin' watch change... (Hehehe...) Kid was in bits, nigga, that's all you can get from me Fuck it, like I'm finna go to Chuck-E-Cheese or somethin' round this motherfucker? You got me crossed up nigga Kid was a motherfuckin' bitch, fool, that's all you can get Slangin' this ho shit here, hehe Kid was a motherfuckin' bitch [Verse 1] I'm on a worldwide paper chase, and up the stairs I'm away As I'm watchin' all these playa haters decay Seems like they runnin' out of shit to say If that's the case, before you bite my next shit, you should at least say your grace As times get harder, and real niggas get smarter They wanna scrape me off the scene like ta-da, but don't bother It ain't had to cap, I'm slingin' pounds and keys Your baby locs and all your G's couldn't fuck with these I'm on a mission to be in a bigger and better position Tossin' up DLGC, to END, nigga Dick, it's the fat farm, coca sacks of Havana Joe Six foes with business hoes, the game shows Fuck three strikes, you gotta catch me on the streets The reality of it, that real niggas don't eat You stop to stair, but you just can't figure out what it means See a youngster cashin' in on his chips, 'cause I got hustle in my genes [Hook] I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga! I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, fool, what you mean? Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang What you mean? Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, huh [Verse 2] I take a chosen few homies with me, damn Nigga been down for 3 years, still get done for 50, fool McDonald's payin' more than that, your sack of shady Takin' penitentiary chances, bringin' back 80 What the fuck he gon' do with 80 dollars? Nigga please just, get out the game, you need Jesus So I give it up to the real slangers, right And not these fools throwin' rocks at cars, primitive gangbangers Much love to my bitches that got the hustle in 'em Turnin' me on, makin' me wanna throw my muscle in 'em Makin' some of these niggas look like shit I you try to jack her she blast it! She'll throw a fuckin' fit I beat it up, right after some Remy Martin While niggas comin', missin', on back to milk cartons They waitin' on the sideline for a position on this team And I'm the motherfuckin' quarterback 'Cause I got hustle in my genes [Hook] I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga! I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, fool, what you mean? Can of speed with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang What you mean? Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang [Verse 3] All my bullets got names, nigga, ain't no surprise 'Cause the minds for these suckers who despise my rides Yeah, from gallons of that real shit, wy-ow, py-ow Bud, Crystal, and acid, and no the show for the Boo-Yows I gotta get mines, while the gettin' is still good You think it's bad, now we 'bout to go loco in the hood Foldin' from proposition, fool, I'm not Now all I'm thinkin' is crime What other way can I feed mine? Listen You think I'm 'bout to be kissin' yo' ass, you got me crossed up I told you I'm cold hearted, meanin' I don't give a fuck A politician can lick up and suck the bottom of my balls The laws killer, she even got my dick in her jaws, and "She swallowed it!" It don't matter, just don't bite it They legalise marijuana, nigga, light it But I have been doin' it all along! Chasin' my college greens It's irrelevant who's the president, 'cause I got hustle in my genes [Hook] I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga! I put it down like that, I put it down like that I put it down, fool, what you mean? Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang What you mean? Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc Mushrooms, done everything they got, on the 4-7 Block [Outro] To all my niggas with hustle in they genes Get your weight up! Uh All my niggas that got caught up in the raid All my bitches, smokin' dope in they pussy for the homies And fuck all y'all punk ass smokers, that come to the spot with all that motherfuckin' change This ain't no video arcade, nigga! Do-Lo gang 'til death do us Over the shoulder, boulders, I told ya