We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle



(Bootie Brown)

Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize

Careful not to jeopardize on my chances

Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances.

I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado.

I never been one to follow

I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up.

Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up.

Asshole watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on

The ball.

Who you gonna call?



Hustle hustle hustle hustle



(Schmooche)

First you see a flash & then you smell smoke

Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene

As my people choke, the hustle

I want to be down & all off into it

Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's

The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren

In my pocket stacks ends

But I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir

Place down your bottle

I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle

And get her overheated ready to be treated

For the Schmooche Cat addiction affection

To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions

Blue mountain tops and purple valley

Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley

Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal

Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my

Hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it





(Randy Mac)

Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid

Til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word

Of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and

Watch

The folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart

My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part

And chasin papes from the nine six to infin

Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen

Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross

Over appeal

That Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no

Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali

My partners of mine are skyballin out of control

But I ain't feelin that part of the game so

Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes

I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes

Would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome

But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome

And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem

For all the haters is regulated

Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal

Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my

Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it



(Big Boy)

You see back in the days crime pays

But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways

Now let me break this down

I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like

Nini Brown

Puttin suckas in fear

Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here

I'm buying new shoes and new clothes

Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it

Nigga give me three of those

My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1

Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done

Then that game went astray fools droppin dime

Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away

So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde

Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside

Makin papes makin tapes doin dates

All over the world in each and every state

Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks

But still got fat backs and fat stacks

Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out

Paper chase hustle that's what it be about

Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal

Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my

Hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it

Writer : ROBINSON, ROMYE/CAMPBELL, GREG/ALEXANDER, KURT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC