Believe That

[Hook] 2x

Never let the money and these broads break us

We right here 'til the Lord take us

We act a fool cuz the laws make us

"Baby.. You can't stop the hustle"

[Backbone]

You walk your ass 'cross my yard - get off my grass

You wanna get to that money - get off yo' ass

You wantsta know my name - you awsta ask

If you wanna see me for somethin - it's gon' cost ya cash

I see ya pokin outcha jeans girl you actin bad

Oooh, do that again wit'cha nasty ass

I caught her comin out the mall, with 2 or 3 bags

Now shawty got her at the wood shack, throwin her back

Champagne, chicken wings, and bubblebath

Catch me somewhere outta town signin autographs

Still workin street corners, straight servin them blacks

Them thirty-two fifth it for four and a half

I prefer a Cheverolet, when it's time to mash

And I smoke the 'dro weed, a hundred dollars a sack

I put up the big numbers nigga, check the stats

And I'm on the microphone with Gipp, Slimm, and Cass

[Hook] 2x

[Big Gipp]

Since the trashman only run once a week

If I miss it, I'm wait 'til night and dump it up the street

Behind the Winn-Dixie

Quiver, never step or kept up his penny drawers

To get an applause, appeared to have no flaws

In the situation, no dentation, smellin good

But I ain't gonna feel her, touchin up would be too easy

Sleazy, measly, lookin ugly like a person tryna sell me a dub

Fool A, C, D, and me

Trees ain't my reason for sendin your ass to grave and

Watch you say the grade is..

Burn like acid reflux, somebone'll order up the Pheffer chickens

While I order up a smoked duck (Thank You)

Get the gas to go, at the corner sto'

Keep my hand on the nine piece

In case somebody wanna disturb the peace (Always keepin my eyes open)

Uhh, cuz you, can't, stop the hustle

[Hook] 2x

[Slimm Calhoun]

Well I'm known for my shine, Southside

Eyes on the prize, it's Mr. Fly Guy

Mobbin, '68 Chevy, door vault ties

Jumped out muggin like I'm holdin twenty pies

Rocked up, work on the block

We keep it, chopped up in the spot, in the pot

Where we keep it, stocked up from the Frosty Flakes

To the chickens in the cake

If I drop it on the tool, it must be weight

Went with two and a quarter, came back with eight

Let Juke lick the plate, I re-rock the shape

Like it hot in the kitchen nigga, oven on bake

Got gorillas with banana clips, who love to go apes

Southpaw, side-strapped, known to leave yellow tape

Try and stop the hustle and crushed like grapes

Just for the taste... Just for the taste..

[Hook] 4x

Uh-uh (Uh-huh)

"Baby, you can't stop the hustle"

[Repeat until fade]