Hustlers & Killers

[Intro] Money and murder, nigga Uh, what (what) You know what I'm sayin', Jungle? Shit is real in the streets, man It's word Yo [Verse 1] I give one for the money, two for the blunt heads Three for them live-ass niggas that's gettin' bread Rich niggas and live bitches givin' 'em head Give 'em hickies on the side of they leg Ride for you, ho Anything you need I'ma buy for you, ho Cars, jewelry, a cribs, I cosign for you, ho You valet me, I put vibe in you, ho That's how it is when you with niggas that die for the dough Now you can't blow with a ki without the know-how Check how it's got to go down Yo' niggas from yo' town could lock at it So, plop packs throughout the whole projects Dub ups the OZ's, soon niggas could buy bricks And buy whips, niggas got they own cars now Now we ain't gotta pile up in my shit No more corners, we have a great time Across the state lines, switchin' bitches I take yours, you take mine That's love, niggas Never break that bond 'Til we die, 'til the FBI takes us on They got my man on the tape recorder, he took the fed's license plate down Find his name out, then raped his daughter Task force gettin' paid off, it's gettin' deep Bodies found without they heads, they was talkin' to police It don't pay to snitch, never tell on no man Niggas'll find you in your witness protection program And at your funeral your whole family'll hold hands Prayin' to God they ain't involved with your foes' plans [Chorus] You a hustler Diamonds, guns and ones You a killer? Tell me can you murder for fun? Are you big-time? You ain't got time for the crumbs You blood, a cuz, or a thug on the run You a hustler Diamonds, guns and ones You a killer? Tell me can you murder for fun? Are you big-time? You ain't got time for the crumbs Are you blood, a cuz, or a thug on the run? [Verse 2] Big body Benz, 20-inch rims, hungry henchmen Went from small-time to big-time in no time, we live crime On the roof a few lookouts, watch for one time Team of criminals on every corner, now who want dimes? How you get started: get that pack, pump it off quick Get the cash back, nigga hit you with some raw shit Consignment If it's dope? Put it in rice, it won't go bad If it's coke? Give it a price and pop champagne corks Waterbed-pleasure with pretty hoes Push a Rolls-Royce for chrome headers 300 thou' a piece, one silver Spur, one black Kanish Stash spots under the seat Trust family only, never the street The game's mental, never let the beast trick you That's essential Seen it all, I done it And still alive through the music To the freshmens of the game, I'ma guide you through it [Chorus] You a hustler Diamonds, guns and ones You a killer? Tell me can you murder for fun? Is you big-time? You ain't got time for the crumbs Is you blood, a cuz, or a thug on the run? You a hustler Diamonds, guns and ones You a killer? Tell me can you murder for fun? Are you big-time? You ain't got time for the crumbs Are you blood, a cuz, or a thug on the run?