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    Juvenile]
    Listen,
    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

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