featuring Eightball & MJG



Verse 1



As I preceed to count my dividends

plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches

with plenty men that they done played I'm laid back up

in the cut with a cup of yak

I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back

take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals

we pimps from Houston Texas to California for real

my pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love

so get where you supposed to and, do

what you does, get your facial done baby

do your physic well, no holdin jail over

resent mail, no hoes with no clothes

torn up and ripped apart

domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared

you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas

beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground

I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz

this pimpin got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie



Chorus



Hustlin, It's in my nature

Hustlin, don't be afraid

Hustlin, It's in my nature

Hustlin, don't be afraid



Verse 2



I'm creatin' havok on hood spots

the hustle don't quit until the good stop

but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks

an lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed

gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed

FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas

candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous

big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin

everything is all good until police start manhandlin

picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole

indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for

gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys

any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy

like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin

boss said anything, I'm makin the plan to start jettin off

oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop

the only thing on my mind is losin you cop



Chorus



Verse 3



Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be

big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees

I testify, not glorify, when I get high

tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes

my peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese

on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys

I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie

smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky

pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together

ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes

soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns

and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin

I've been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches

fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out

pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga

I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth



Chorus



Verse 3



Nigga, it's in my blood to fuck around with these thugs

straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin

I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling

sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank

we gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett

in a major way, just witness, business flossin

boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business

playas I went from rags to riches

to havin cash and bad ass bitches

since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola

hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper

chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin

turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon

those friends that wanna blaze

one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream

straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin

for more when it's over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers

these ??? known as hustlers, nigga



Chorus

(until end