Hustlin’ Hours

Lyrics

[Intro] Hustle hard Get ya hustle on, go 'head Get ya hustle on, y'all go 'head Late night hustling, Im caught up in the hustle [Verse 1 - Fredro Starr] Three a.m. - hustling hours You better get your money, you ain't fucking with ours We built it up from the ground up, like the towers Keep it uncut, we don't fuck with the flour Late night dope sales, open door sales Homes in the hotel, cope with cartels Oh well, the feds ridin' my coattails Throw away the key, throwing me in the cold cell United States Ghetto getting money out the state First week strong, a hundred thousand at the gate Ain't no love in the street, my thugs throwing slugs where you sleep And niggas pull the rug from your feet South side, nigga, from the heart like, 'what up?' Dark side, one thirsty first so blood up Homie got sent to the isle up north Bet it ends up being no talking, head up and shut up [Hook] Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours) Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) Better get your money, you ain't touching ours Hustle hard Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) Go 'head, get your hustle on (Hustlin hours) Hustle hard Get ya hustle on (Hustlin hours) Better get your money, you ain't touching ours [Verse 2 - Makem Pay] All I sell is cocaine, I'm a drug dealer Nah for real, I'm a motherfucking drug dealer By my work soft, cook that up You need a nine, straight drop, I hook that up I gotta streets keep calling, it's off to me to quit Just when I think I'm out, they need a brick Back to the hood again, all black hood again When I'm round the fiends, know the coke good again My hours is from twelve to twelve and 365, 24/7 I'm selling I get a rush just bagging that cane Smoking Mary Jane, packing that thing All I do is hustle, fuck a 9 to 5 Start at 9, make 6 by 5 It's an all day process, even on a Sunday Koran on the dashboard, bring you what you ask for [Hook] [Verse 3 - Sticky Fingaz] Niggas got shooters, got hoes, got hammers for sale Got coke, got weed, got grams and scale Got anything you need, ain't no way in hell There's something money can't buy even in jail In these streets i'm the landlord, niggas gotta pay rent Live on the top floor but came from the basement Niggas try to come at me, foul, catch a flagrant Hustle so hard I don't know where the day went Move work turn bricks to bags, get fixed for cash Even did some licks for laughs Chicks on smash, selling pussy, pimp that ass Kids with masks demanding where you hid the stash [Hook]