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