[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?
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