Correction Lyrics Home Of The Hustler by Loaded Lux

Featuring(s) : Head Ice

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Lyrics

[*samples*]
*Jay-Z* "About to start snitching ain't you?
Ready to start bitching ain't you?
I forgive you, I forgive you
Hustling just ain't you"
"'I know I f*cked up, but who doesn't cuz?'
'You a knucklehead, you don't know what you're doing
You come in again, with that raggedy-ass money, you ain't paid the last one'
'No'
'And you bringing me this money again, what you think I'm a sucker nigga, what you want me to kiss ya'?'
'You got it all wrong'
'You cocky ass, but I'm telling you today, man hustling ain't you'
'Let me do my numbers man'
'This just ain't you man'

These niggas done gave me trust issues
She claiming that love was official
Talking big shoes, shit that don't fit you
But we forgive you, hustling just ain't you
Wraith talking me jump and I ran [?]
One-time offers, no residuals
Ay dude, I can't make do off what you may do
But we forgive you, hustling just ain't you

[Loaded Lux]
What you bring to the table, pull up a chair
Spot empty, but we pretty full up in here
I could, push you in gear, put you on like some gear
Me and my outfit just looking to be aware
Yeah, goodfella talk 'round hellish thoughts
Held in court, still smell the sauce, the Pelle soft
Tell us off? Don't sell us boss
I be wide-eyed when I trey see it like Ellis Ross
You a letter off, no arguments, I'm parking it
Right downtown in them offices, we conferencing
I ain't really here 'bout no sponsoring, this partnerships
Oh you thought I was a rat? No I'm in marketing
I could give you the plan, help you triple ya' brand
This a flip you could land, stick with me on this I stand
Yeah, always been about the fan
Probably wouldn't be so up in arms if you gave a hand, goddamn

These niggas done gave me trust issues
She claiming that love was official

Talking big shoes, shit that don't fit you
But we forgive you, hustling just ain't you
Wraith talking me jump and I ran [?]
One-time offers, no residuals
Ay dude, I can't make do off what you may do
But we forgive you, hustling just ain't you

[Head I.C.E.]
Round of applause for uh, all of the frauds
The clock ticking, still think the world is yours
Young dealers in Bathing Ape's who made a plate
Pumping bass like 808, this ain't your place
This for all of the characters who married the
Game and ain't nothing but amateurs who barely touched
A quarter kilo, we know ya' steelo
Car notes from the lease, here come the repo
Stepping in the game with a bad shot
Otis thought to re-up from the last pot
Spend before you get it wit' a bitch too
I can't forgive you, a hustler might kill you
You want the bomb but ain't blowing up, you holding up
Truckloads of the Cocoa Puff, too slow for us
'Bout to start bitching ain't you?
Ready to start snitching ain't you?
I forgive your weak ass, hustling just ain't you

[*sample*]
"It's such a dismal [?] man, and then leaves you so remotely half-quake, you don't know what's up now, what's down, but it's what's happening [?], both of your feet is on the ground you just don't wanna cut this candy loose
And, sometimes it's telling you your truth man, it's time to go
It's time to give it up, it just ain't you no more man, you out good

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