The Hustle

Lyrics

[Skit] Jive-ass nigga, where's my money? Nigga, get your hand off my pocket We supposed to been here five days ago (Get your pocket off my hand, I'll slit you) Motherfucker (Ow, I'm bleedin', but I'm bleedin' cool, baby) Don't know nothin' about no hustle [Intro] We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle [Verse 1: Bootie Brown] Looking to advance in this world that's monopolized So I utilize, careful not to jeopardize all my chances Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas, then Colorado I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come-up who rather sum up (Up and up) Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up Asshole, watch your cash flow take a downfall When your shit's not on the ball, who you gonna call? [Interlude] The hustle, the hustle, the hustle The hustle, the hustle [Verse 2: Schmooche] First you see a flash and then you smell smoke Schmooche Cat controllin' the whole scene as my people choke The hustle, I wanna be down and all off into it Like Russell Simmons, I like the womens, the hers, not the hims I pass those to my brethren and my pocket stacks ends (Ends) But I always find myself sayin' "Please, excuse me, sir, place down your bottle" I didn't mean to step upon your ep's throttle And get her overheated, ready to be treated For the Schmooche Cat addiction (Cat) Affliction to her state and being I had her seeing triple visions, blue mountain tops and purple valleys Wantin' to hang with her eps in my alley [Chorus] Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to my hustling people Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it [Verse 3: Randy Mac] Smokin' doja in the South Central streets keep me 'noid So I puff bomb ET just to fill the void And recollect the words a vet put me down with "Be about your paper, mack, and watch the folks you clown with" Life's a hustle, have money, have heart My matrimony to this player shit is death do us part And chasin' paper from the nine-six 'til infin' Blazin' endo stems, sippin' 'yac and straight Henn' Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin' with more crossover appeal than Van Exel And I hope to God I don't got to serve no cavi' Stressin' to maintain self-preservation up in Cali While partners of mine are sky-ballin' out of control But I ain't feelin' that part of the game, so slow your roll and pump your brakes For goodness' sakes, I spot the fake, the scandalous dulo, one-time, the po-pos, and the jakes Would love to ship my ass to Soledad or maybe Folsom But I recognize the trick-a-ration, so I mob by my lonesome And keep my status as a player elevated As the hustler anthem for all the haters is regulated [Chorus] Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to my hustling people Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it [Verse 4: Big Boy] You see, back in the days, crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle up in many ways Now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, new jackin' like Nino Brown I'm puttin' brothers in fear Lettin' you know that Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them, two of these, aw, fuck it, nigga, give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me five for one (That's right) Back in the days, that's how my hustlin' shit was done Then that game went astray Fools catchin' time, droppin' dime, and then fools gettin' blown away So Suavecito my negrito put me with The Pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the bar side Makin' papes, makin tapes, doin' dates All over the world, in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks (Tracks), makin' tracks (Makin' tracks) But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo, Bootie Brown, I guess I'm out (Yo, what's up?) Paper chase, hustle, that's what it be about [Refrain] We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle [Chorus] Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to my hustling people Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to my hustling people Just do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it