4 Tha Hustlas
Title | 4 Tha Hustlas |
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Artist | Ant Banks |
Album | Big Thangs |
Release Date | 1997-07-08 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: Too $hort] Yeah! If your a real hustler your sure to get rich [Hook] This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh Ohh, come on, come on [Verse 1: Too $hort] I make money like a motherfucker It ain't no thang to me $hort Dog in the house spitting game with Breed Ain't no bust partner, that's for dirt weed I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? For phone, TV ended with a green smell I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down $hort Dog, my shit is nationwide now You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop I ain't bullshitting make a mill when I rock Three players in the game and it's a major Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager Today I'm on the west coast Tomorrow I'm in Texas Flip the Benz and Farri sold the Lexus $horty drop the bass in the mix You know what's next biatch I'm sure to get rich [Hook] This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh Ohh, come on, come on You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Haha I'd be the thugging ass outlaw 'Til my fuckin casket drop That fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops This is for the hustlaaaaas Believe me coming stapped with the gat, when you see me Label me a threat to society But I ain't quitting Thug Life, motherfucker ain't no bullshitting Born in these projects, destined to fail Collecting mail on these broke bitches, slanging that yayo Now shit done changed, it ain't the same I ain't lying, niggas is dying Three-strikes have you motherfuckers frying In the penitentiary or in the cemetery Getting high no need to worry And last year niggas was knockin' up the block And in between shots pumpin' tapes From that nigga Breed and Pac, this year bringing you the fix Including Ant Banks in the mix Now we're sure to get rich, still striving [Hook] This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh Ohh, come on, come on [Verse 3: MC Breed] I'm a cold-hearted fool I mean a fool at heart, headstrong And I won't be headed home if he falls apart Contact niggas like a part-time, when I ride the beat Ain't no way to hide from the dark side Man of many men's 'til the very end And blend in and change my iden' Just to mix up with the game They know me by the Breed and don't know it's my last name It's a mind over matter, I don't mind, you don't matter Pull a Glock and watch the whole block scatter And we can have us a gat to gat talk Do it old style and do a back to back walk Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends And we can put the bullshit to an end I figure if he plays around, he lays around And he's a motherfucker goner, call a coroner whenever I'm around Bodies are buried and found all around me And parish and cherish and thoughts just to be true Punk, fellas behave ya And it just might save ya So guard your grill and pick up your pistol 'cause you can't get wit' Breed the weed head lyrical nitwit The shit won't change as long as I'm alive I gotta survive and keep it tight [Hook] This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh Ohh, come on, come on |