Big Tymers feat. B.G., Juvenile, and Turk



We Hustle

It's a fresh package I got - why not move it

Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it

Business as usual is goin' on in the slums

We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums

Stupid shit - we avoid it

Dope - we exploit it

Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it

Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers

Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer

Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter

Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border

Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat

I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me

It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week

Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me

And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight

The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight



[Hook - Turk]

Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play



We hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play



[B.G.]

Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce

Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth

It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind

In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25

Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'

Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders

So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard

'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters

Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)

Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit

Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters

It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water

Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine

Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine

Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa

That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught



[Hook2x - Turk]

We hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play



[Baby]

Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer

Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas

Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga

Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga

Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga

But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga

But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game

Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man

Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things

I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods

Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack

Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back

Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back

Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack

I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black

And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac



[Hook - Turk]

Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play



We hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play



[Mannie Fresh]

What

What

What

Remember when shit was a easy task

Back in the days that passed

When bitches use to cut class

Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass

Now everything fucked up

Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks

Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck

Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck

Some say, "Play with your nose."

Some say, "Fuck them hoes."

Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."

I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."

Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater

Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters

They tryin' to defeat us

Move us out and delete us

Erase us niggas from the face of the earth

Put your dick in the dirt

No how, no way, daddy, it won't work

I refuse to be a statistic

DNA ballistic

With a closed casket

'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side

Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me

You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me