Hustle feat. Killer Mike

歌詞

Yea, youngbloodz, kill the mic, track boys yall aint ready for this sh*t, Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea ok we back and bumpin, youngbloodz thats us fo sho from left to right we rockin and kickin down every door watch out now get 'em shawty, oh thats them U-way boys we set it off dont get twist it still out makin noise big pistol thats my word, ice cold is so superb 3 hits 4 shots im on it, runnin you up off the curb so bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain you disrespect my sip ill pop your back like pootytank so if your ready run it, we got that sh*t that will im from atlanta steady bouncin blowin off the grill cuz in the trunk its bumpin, we goin all night long so grab a cup cuz aint no way in hell you goin home {chorus} I wont get my crime around i hustle baby i stay down every time no day i hustle baby from the track or the trap fo sand i hustle baby no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby I wont get my crime around i hustle baby i stay down every time no day i hustle baby from the track or the trap fo sand i hustle baby no day i hustle baby no day gotta hustle baby im a crime time hustler man, i tried to tell 'em my crew cuz its the ex-convict, convicted fellon banana clips bazmellons of all these stitches tellin the b*tches of bazballers and secrets of shotcallers of better rounds of scoppin he said lue a-town to oakland niggas prayin and hopin, they dont get caught with dope and out a catin and a crippin in chicago they folkin down south we got 36 oles trapin and focus this is no hocus pocus, play the game like locus playas vibe up and whittin im the third cosmosis {chorus} my pimpin is old school, and they chevy with bleak shoes tip tops and flip flops, adidas and suede pumas who nigga fo like yall they never goin change that they slang goin where i hang and my b*tches they whod-a-rest and we all drink du-duces of dat go for 5 we'll put that hot heat like between your eyes and i keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me comin down your street with beat sittin on some chesly feet outta town in thats gold rims, fo shawty be servin dem everytime my chevy stop my rims they still spin A-town for life yall we never goin change that still roll with them dope boys on the bow with them J's at {chorus} repeat chorus till end