Hustlin'

*C-Murder* Down South huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends Fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend And won't hesitate to use my sawed off I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off C-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger Strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 Glocks Dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac I'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O Murder is daily everybody packin heat bro Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary Everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe At the fuckin club the jackers run the place But I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances Cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it A nigga ain't' shit without his pockets So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow They find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow So act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta Dat's 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 fuckin ends Hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P Flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali Dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre But I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way Dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits Fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive If you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips But if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip Skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O Deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck Leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin Ain't hard to see where I'm commin from Cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done Commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task Only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past Nigga need skills just to play up in dis game For the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name So peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas And dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin *chorus* *Master P* Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind Got to feed the family chased by the one- time But dem laws couldn't mace me It take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase P Where should I go where should I go I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store Changed my t-shirt fled out the back door 2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at 3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat Where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll Dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro And the game get deep down south Cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah Gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay Yo G man it's everyday Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas Delta 88 gold thangs and zags But we dont' flip flop We like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta) Fuck all ya'll 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 go Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow Hustlin commin straight from the N.O