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BIG TYMERS lyrics : "We Hustle"

"We Hustle"(feat. B.G., Juvenile, and Turk)

[Juvenile]

Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it

Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
We want the whole cake, ^!$$% - we don't want no crums
Stupid %#@! - we avoid it

Dope - we exploit it
Had our %#@! tight (*##$es done destroyed it
Now ^!$$%s gettin' out lookin' for employers

Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
Sayin' he was outta town - ^!$$% crossed the border

Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
I'll send another ^!$$% out to handle beef for me
It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week

Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
The only ^!$$% out the project Magnolia with weight


[Hook - Turk]
^!$$%, we hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway
^!$$% try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play


We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway

^!$$% try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play


[B.G.]
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to
half-a-ounce

Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25

Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard

'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his %#@!

Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two
quarters
It's cooked already - I got these ^!$$%s runnin' like water

Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
Had this ^!$$% - only said what they workin', the block is
mine

Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught


[Hook2x - Turk]
We hustle hustle everyday, all day
Get our grind on in the project hallway

^!$$% try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play


[Baby]
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these ^!$$%s

Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my ^!$$%
Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my ^!$$%
Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', ^!$$%

But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my ^!$$%
But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man

Joe Casey know a ^!$$% wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a ^!$$% wan' buy some crack

Smack a whole brick on that (*##$ when it come back
Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack

I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

[Hook - Turk]
^!$$%, we hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway
^!$$% try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway
^!$$% try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[Mannie Fresh]

What
What
What
Remember when %#@! was a easy task
Back in the days that passed

When (*##$es use to cut class
Just to let a dumb ^!$$% hit that $$#
Now everything $#&@ed up
Sure virgin #~!!@ gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
^!$$%, that use to be the man %#@! outta luck
Young ^!$$%s walkin' 'round with that duck

Some say, "Play with your nose."
Some say, "$#&@ them hoes."
Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
I say, "$#&@ all that, I'd rather have six facts."
Young ^!$$%s done drove me to pack a heater
$#&@ drawin' up the meat beaters
They tryin' to defeat us

Move us out and delete us
Erase us ^!$$%s from the face of the earth
Put your dick in the dirt
No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
I refuse to be a statistic
DNA ballistic
With a closed casket

'Cause some young ^!$$% blasted my brains on the side
Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel
me
You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me

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