The streets the hustlas Hustlas make the go round The world is made of keys, and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made hustlas
See how shit come back for ya Gotta cop it, it and cook it See how shit come back for ya Gotta in the oven, now watch it bubble
And you can on my door but you can't knock the hustle But I, it's like a of twenty one and I got nineteen And my but I put more 'd' on me Lil Wee gon eat that's how it is
Got insurance on the floor, man, I'm that 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 sing
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people
Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline And shine 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get dough 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I people
And when I move, I move out the raw I move out with the squad to his we ride We so mob, I throw lives and loaves to For my loaf of bread the player I did what the said and I live by the Coast of Nostre Cid Fuck around, I'll knock your shoulder your head Get it right, I'm a till I'm dead This kid in white with inside that bled
I'm pumping o's of lots of I'm so high and really I don't even why But oh, I just go, buy a whole And lay my mat down, lay her down But I never put my down
You see the in me You know Weezy, he the son of Bubba-B All my basketball where the thunder B If you want it come for me, I'm right here
Now, I'ma 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]
Now, I'ma ride I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma 'cuz I got shining in my bloodline I get that dough 'cuz I got hustle in my I bleed concrete, I [Incomprehensible]
I'm G'd up, only follow the of the streets Live bad to die Know how to when hustling 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 and my palm is wrapped around this eight And my arm the dirty south is straight Vietnam I skate with the bomb, I'm asking you play with me at all Shots hit your ass and make three of It'll three of y'all to fill one of my shoeprints I did and I do shit, that's better than new shit
Fit for two clips, the kid is a Oh man, he's by his own gangsta music and the blueprint Cruising through the stoop the ewe lit Like, oh shit this is more weed, it's 500 degreez
Now, ride 'cuz I got riding in my bloodline And I'ma shine 'cuz I got shining in my 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 I'ma shine 'cuz I got in my bloodline I get that 'cuz I got hustle in my bloodline I concrete, I [Incomprehensible] people