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Uh-huh
Oh, baby
Talk to 'em
Oh, baby, ooh
It's what hustler's do
Oh, baby
This is a hustler's song
This hustler's gone (Thug life, [?])

Let me tell you what this fellow like, caught somewhere
Between stop and go like yellow lights, uh-huh
Hustler, so I gotta get it mellow, right?
Down the block, round the clock, bezel like
I roll like cherry red Jell-O dice
It's Was, just the pot callin' the kettle white
It's hot, just the block callin' the ghetto wife
This Paul McCain is my ball and chain, mi amor
Hopefully I won't fall and hang
Like pictures on the walls of halls of fame
It's just a boy, man, look what it all became
Good 'n all, but look at what all remains
All the flaws and things
Marks from all the claws and fangs
The remarks from all of y'all that changed, the
Bustin' back at all y'all I trained, the
Apologizing to all of y'all I blame

This a hustler's due
And you ain't did it 'til a hustler's do
And you didn't know it 'til a hustler knew
And you ain't done 'til a hustler's through
I'm a customer too, it's what hustler's do
And you ain't seen it 'til you seen it from a hustler's view
Open your eyes, this a hustler's song
God forgive if the hustler's wrong (Uh)

It's bigger things so we Cosa Nostra
Striving to be number one 'til I overdose
I speak it now with a number tongue or the throat
Youngest son runnin' from older quotes
Thou shall not sin, thou shall not steal
Thou shall not kill, thou shall not
Turn your back on those in need, I try to flip
But these government switch keeps me at this chosen speed
I'm just a rose in weeds
And I rolls with reasons to stay on this road I lead
'Til I leave with what I sow, my sole in these
Leave my son with the sum of what I sold in deeds

I'm foldin' y'all
Prolly headed for the pin like bowling balls
Kept it directed at the pen and wrote it for y'all

This a hustler's due
And you ain't did it 'til a hustler's do
And you didn't know it 'til a hustler knew
And you ain't done 'til a hustler's through
I'm a customer too, this what hustler's do
And you ain't seen it 'til you seen it from a hustler's view
Open your eyes, this a hustler's song
God forgive if the hustler's wrong

It takes a lot of patience when you takin' it on
A lot of pacin', a lot of makin' it known
I ain't the nigga that be placin' it on
I was the king of this city, now they replacing the throne
I know it's a lot of hatin' waitin' at home
And she ain't waitin', you can hear the bass in her tone
Like she can't make it alone, a broken home
And she the brace for the bone
All this from just embracin' the phone
A lot of ballin' up letters
A lot of erasing the poems
A lot of comin' to grips that you gonna be facin' alone
All this time, all this time you was wrong
You know whatever happens I got you
And when whatever happened to happen, they was happy to drop you
No letters or shoes, no cheddar
Your mom sow sweaters, [?] no better

This what hustler's do
Till this hustler's through
This a hustler's song
'Til this hustler's gone
This what hustler's do

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