The streets the hustlas Hustlas make the world go The world is of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and is made from hustlas
See how come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and it See how shit come round for ya cake in the oven, now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door but you can't the hustle But I, it's like a game of one and I got nineteen And my but I put more 'd' on me Lil Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got on the floor, man, I'm that positive And I'm Shaggy in the saggy Me and my squad in the waggy tally Benz And you know I put the mags on 45 mack With the on that, who want it
Everybody along
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get dough 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
And I move, I move out with the raw I move out with the to his album we ride We so mob, I throw and loaves to live For my loaf of the people's player I did the culture said and I live by the Coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around, knock your shoulder from your head Get it right, I'm a soldier I'm dead This kid in white with inside that bled
I'm o's of lots of haze I'm so and really I don't even know why But oh, I just go, buy a house And lay my mat down, lay her down But I never put my mack
You see the in me You Weezy, he the young son of Bubba-B All my basketball shorts the thunder B If you want it then for me, I'm right here
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Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And shine 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]
I'm G'd up, only follow the code of the bad to die good Know how to move when by the day with no food But just so I can eat and it a bitch And if you see me fat I'm probably getting rich And you probably can see me for some crack before six And after it's all bricks
My fate and my palm is wrapped around this And my arm because the south is straight Vietnam I skate with the bomb, I'm asking you don't play me at all hit your ass and make three of y'all It'll three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints 'Cuz I did and I do shit, that's better new shit
Fit for two clips, the kid is a Oh man, inspired by his own gangsta music and the blueprint Cruising the stoop with the ewe lit Like, oh shit this is than weed, it's 500 degreez
Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough I got hustle in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
Now, I'ma ride 'cuz I got riding in my And shine 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people