Master P - Hustlin' Lyrics
*c-murder*Down south huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends*****in over fiends cause my ghat is my only friendAnd wont hesitate to use my sawed offIll knock on ya door and shoot ya mother*****in head offC-murder a real *****in natural born killah for realah my niggaIm badder cause my nuts is biggerStrapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 glocksDumpin niggas in ditches cause Im a thug like 2pacIm kickin it in cali but I was born in dat n.o.Murder is daily everybody packin heat broPunk *****es cant survive when ya scaryEveryday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuaryNight time falls the mother*****in streets aint safeAt the *****in club the jackers run the placeBut I gotta do what I gotta do like mansonIm crazy for takin these penitentiary chancesCause once the money start commins its like you just cant stop itA nigga aint shit without his pocketsSo watch yo back when a nigga like c doin badIll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo assRa ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollowThey find ya *****in corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrowSo act like a ***** and youll get treated like a bustaDats how it is with dis down south hustler*chorus*Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,Hustlin gots to stack my dividends*partners in crime (p n c down here)*Deep down south I used to try to stack my *****in endsHangin on the set tryin to stack some *****in dividendsTill a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga master pFlew me 2 tickets now Im chillin down in caliDont have no money like snoop dog or dr. dreBut Im glad so say I think dat Im on my wayDey say dis click has no mother*****in limits***** with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinachDeep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to surviveIf you down with me yes Im down for a hoo rideNever down with bloods or no mother*****in cripsBut if you set trip Ill be down to bust yo lipSkip down the yellow brick road to the n.o.Deep down south mother*****in yeah you know how it goesNow Im a down south hustler quick to make a buck dont give a *****Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I aint stuttinAint hard to see where Im commin fromCause if you from the streets you got to get the job doneCommin up in dem streets aint no easy taskOnly a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get pastNigga need skills just to play up in dis gameFor the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a nameSo peace to the real niggas and ***** all dem bustasAnd dis goes out to them mother*****in niggas dats down south hustlin*chorus**master p*Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grindGot to feed the family chased by the one- timeBut dem laws couldnt mace meIt take a hundred million mother*****in po pos to chase pWhere should I go where should I goI know dis eight rap *****in I hid the dope in the liquor storeChanged my t-shirt fled out the back door2 hours later back in the hood slangin dopeCause its an everyday thang where I hang at3rd ward calliope projects I thought I name datWhere dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs rollDont give a ***** about you or ya life broAnd the game get deep down southCause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouthKillahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realahGettin paid transport narcotics from new orleans to the bayYo g man its everydayDrop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalasDelta 88 gold thangs and zagsBut we dont flip flopWe like to pop mother*****ers dat talk shit on the blockFrom new orleans (background florida) to texas (atlanta)***** all yall bustas cause master p about it a down south hustler*chorus**after the same chorus a different one just right here*Hustlin because I gots nowhere to goHustlin I gots to support me and my hoeHustlin check out dis down south damn flowHustlin commin straight from the n.o.
