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Yeah, yeah, ya'll know what it is, pimp
T.I.P., king of the motherfuckin'
BGizzzy, do it homie
Grand Hustle, pimp, City in here
Got my Blok in this bitch
Eastside represent Westside nigga, it is on, what
A-town nigga, you know what it is, on Mechanicville
Snow Hill nigga, Pittsburgh, all my niggas ride out with me
Ya'll know happening, PSC nigga

I can give you you want, T.I.P. the hottest
Game withcha ya need, I can ya all about it
You can up in the streets but it ain't no gettin' out it
When I tell ya I'm a "G", pimp, I'm being modest
I can tell ya bout the dope boyz, and the ballers
The and the macks, real niggas wouldn't call us
in the traps 'cause that's what our daddy taught us
From on the 'lac, to a Benz on Broddas

on the corners, slingin' crack and stacking dollars
Till it's time to cop a and I'm tired of moving quarters
My daddy a doctor and my momma won't a lawyer
I ain't never had shit, congragulations is in
to get a mill for my sons and my daughters
If I caught a bad bitch with down in Florida
Said her and her uncle, still gettin' cross the water
I'm now, I'd be a motherfuckin' fool, if I don't call her

What it is my nigga, what it do, it do
I got a brick or two, I'm finna to a move, buss a move
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I got a and I'm finna cut the fool
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I'm a H U S T L E R
If I don't know you, then ya, if I know ya, I front ya
But ya gotta me off, you don't, I catch ya slippin' on the block
And knock you off, I know people, I get nice
Get'em five dollars, ten dollars a pill
I know people, get for thirteen
If I fuck ya, then get 'em for sixteen

I know people, three hundred a pound
Give'em to ya for hundred if you my round
I'm a hustler, at me uptowm
I'm well connected with weed, white, tan and
Come see a nigga, a nice sixteen
You real, we work, you fake, it's twenty G's
It's that, I dun been through the struggle
I'm running Chopper City, and fucking with Hustle

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I got a brick or two, I'm to buss a move, buss a move
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I got a tool and I'm cut the fool
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I got the eye of a tiger and the heart of a
I'm the king of the jungle you can me there
Now you can hear it from niggas, who hardly was there
Or take it niggas, who fought and make it a scar to get here
Several years ago, I told myself I solemnly swear
Forever be hard to kill, harder to scare
One why me and the other cats is hard to compare
I'm fact, that's fiction, it hardly compares

Being hated, part of the game,yes, hard but it's fair
Well, I'ma be the hating nigga, see if I care
But just know, I'm raising the bar and I'm keeping it
And still ride clean, throwing weed in the air
With two or three bad bitches, got feet in the air
Say they like when I on they ass, and skeet in they hair
Listen, I don't if you got the song of the year
Ya whole show shut down, if the "Don"

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I got a brick or two, I'm finna to a move, buss a move
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I got a tool and I'm finna cut the
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