The Hustle

[Skit]

Jive-ass nigga, where's my money?

Nigga, get your hand off my pocket

We supposed to been here five days ago (Get your pocket off my hand, I'll slit you)

Motherfucker (Ow, I'm bleedin', but I'm bleedin' cool, baby)

Don't know nothin' about no hustle

[Intro]

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]

Looking to advance in this world that's monopolized

So I utilize, careful not to jeopardize all my chances

Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances

I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas, then Colorado

I never been one to follow

I'm a lone desperado on the come-up who rather sum up (Up and up)

Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up

Asshole, watch your cash flow take a downfall

When your shit's not on the ball, who you gonna call?

[Interlude]

The hustle, the hustle, the hustle

The hustle, the hustle

[Verse 2: Schmooche]

First you see a flash and then you smell smoke

Schmooche Cat controllin' the whole scene as my people choke

The hustle, I wanna be down and all off into it

Like Russell Simmons, I like the womens, the hers, not the hims

I pass those to my brethren and my pocket stacks ends (Ends)

But I always find myself sayin'

"Please, excuse me, sir, place down your bottle"

I didn't mean to step upon your ep's throttle

And get her overheated, ready to be treated

For the Schmooche Cat addiction (Cat)

Affliction to her state and being

I had her seeing triple visions, blue mountain tops and purple valleys

Wantin' to hang with her eps in my alley

[Chorus]

Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal

Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil

This goes out to my hustling people

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

[Verse 3: Randy Mac]

Smokin' doja in the South Central streets keep me 'noid

So I puff bomb ET just to fill the void

And recollect the words a vet put me down with

"Be about your paper, mack, and watch the folks you clown with"

Life's a hustle, have money, have heart

My matrimony to this player shit is death do us part

And chasin' paper from the nine-six 'til infin'

Blazin' endo stems, sippin' 'yac and straight Henn'

Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel

Comin' with more crossover appeal than Van Exel

And I hope to God I don't got to serve no cavi'

Stressin' to maintain self-preservation up in Cali

While partners of mine are sky-ballin' out of control

But I ain't feelin' that part of the game, so slow your roll and pump your brakes

For goodness' sakes, I spot the fake, the scandalous dulo, one-time, the po-pos, and the jakes

Would love to ship my ass to Soledad or maybe Folsom

But I recognize the trick-a-ration, so I mob by my lonesome

And keep my status as a player elevated

As the hustler anthem for all the haters is regulated

[Chorus]

Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal

Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil

This goes out to my hustling people

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

[Verse 4: Big Boy]

You see, back in the days, crime pays

But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle up in many ways

Now let me break this down

I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, new jackin' like Nino Brown

I'm puttin' brothers in fear

Lettin' you know that Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here

I'm buying new shoes and new clothes

Give me one of them, two of these, aw, fuck it, nigga, give me three of those

My homie Shaun Juan used to give me five for one (That's right)

Back in the days, that's how my hustlin' shit was done

Then that game went astray

Fools catchin' time, droppin' dime, and then fools gettin' blown away

So Suavecito my negrito put me with The Pharcyde

Tours and pours of Hennessy by the bar side

Makin' papes, makin tapes, doin' dates

All over the world, in each and every state

Now I'm on the other side of the tracks (Tracks), makin' tracks (Makin' tracks)

But still got fat backs and fat stacks

Yo, Bootie Brown, I guess I'm out (Yo, what's up?)

Paper chase, hustle, that's what it be about

[Refrain]

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

We gotta hustle, y'all, we gotta hustle

[Chorus]

Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal

Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil

This goes out to my hustling people

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal

Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil

This goes out to my hustling people

Just do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it

Do it, do it, do it