Hustle On the Side (Hi-Tek Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Donte] In Cincinnati, I guess you heard? We bend Lexus and Caddies around curbs, hitting Herb, city niggas hustling city-slickers We still buying 'cause we trying to pass six figures So save the petty for those who ain't ready 'cause I gotta stack and get back to keep my money steady I used to hustle for my demos, now I'm wearing Timbos in back of limos with tinted windows Start vibing, listen to hard rhyming, sipping On my Apple Creek bones, toking on some boom Now it's on to the next show, I rocked The last show, serious about my cash flow Ain't nothing funny 'bout my money, got to have a knot The kind of knot to turn good into bad cops Substantial financial security Takes more than being hardcorе and royalties You gotta struggle and strive to survivе just to Stay alive, I gotta hustle on the side ("Worldwide") I gotta hustle on the side [Hook: Donte] (x2) This one's for the hustlers, the big Willies with the Phillies and the real gold-rushers ("Worldwide") If you struggle to survive, and when Your ends don't meet, you gotta hustle on the side [Verse 2: Main Flow] Meet me at the lounge, and I hope you bring your niggas 'Cause I be smoking fools like I'm squeezing crazy triggers The one and only mindtrip flipping on the dolo You'll never see me broken like Hans, sometimes I'm Solo I rock trees ill like a Polo, button leaves I dip my grill, so trill, you think I'm fronting kis I stay amped running with the Mood camp My cyph' embarrasses niggas like food stamps 'Cause in the city, Jack, boys lurk, sleep, ill Cracks on the street got a nigga peeps, shit's deep The smell of ganja reeks and peeks through my nostrils each Time I write, my words ignite upon the hostile street Again, my mind drifts from vibes of a page that Hit, mad niggas on my voicemail sick Poetic trials and tribs that live in my Everyday, illegal acts from my hot crib That's how I live. React on the map to Survive, living by the triple hustle on the side [Bridge: Samples with Scratches] "Hardcore for the hustlers… worldwide" (x5) - Sample from Donte on Mood - "Hustle On the Side" [Verse 3: Vicious Lee] Peace out to my niggas six figures or better, and to the ones Coming up 'cause they peeped out a veteran Just came home from the dungeon, lot of things on my mind Got a six-digit number now that ends with a foul, but, see, I'm Out now, looking at 'em foul, scooping pounds of loot Often roots that had you spooked and red like ganja proof It's rough living, so I guessed to get on with millions A snitch talked, so they caught me for drug-dealing Now that was one route I took for Bigfoot stacks Going to school too on top of that, booming tracks Seeking more than one way to get paid, descript in totals It's Nine-Five, five to go before Two-Thou' come cold You got them papes yet? Them figures you've been talking 'bout? Spending loot, rolling coupe in a city drought Big couch living on the under, only come out When it's summer and make them player-haters wonder I keep it real for all you businessmens, the ones that came up From selling drugs, now you're legitimate. The value of A dollar means a lot to a G. How you think I got my knot? Now I'm spending, living downkey [Hook: Donte] (x2) This one's for the hustlers, the big Willies with the Phillies and the real gold-rushers ("Worldwide") If you struggle to survive, and when Your ends don't meet, you gotta hustle on the side