[Verse 1:]
Husalah so ill, Husalah so dope
^!$$% $#&@ a wife all my life I sold dope

The projects baby
twenty-four stackin' dough pushin' !@%!e ya-ye
come on baby, ride wid the Husalah

Young cool game from the L-O be crazy
Ya %#@! head hoe we gon' get bread tho
And swang all day

hustlers call me Hus hoes call me Husalah-a
No Iceberg or Coogi, we fresh in the Guess
Me and Mack came through sportin' Troops while we scoop

In a suit that'll make ya sweat, I'm stupid def
Jammin' on the west slammin' bullets in ya chest
We black wave ^!$$%s slam dancin' in the 'jects

I count my !@%!e profits when I think about sex girl
I know ya coochie wet but I just wanna get sucked yo
We burnin' rubber right now, cause we out

Girl ya somethin' tight, ya wish I had one
but ya gotta sell more !@%!e so you can have one
We out, have fun


[HOOK:]
All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew

We can get this paper baby
We can live life lovely
Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh

We can make it lovely

[Verse 2:]

I probably slide through without a necklace
I probably slide through without nothin' on my wrist
I'm a fresh kid I don't need none of that stuff

Cause I'm dope, I'm so dope
[?]Slide through zestways my ^!$$%s chief wid O[?]
Explain it the best way I'm pure stupid silly

Hundred percent the kind that'll pop you wid the fully
Hundred percent the kind every queen love Husalah
Pullin' twenty-fours everyday

Hustler hog and playa P is what a ^!$$% gotta be
or get the $#&@ from round me, heh
Tell 'em again me hafta, tell 'em again

I'm Husalah Husalah, heh I'm fresh, I'm so fresh
She wanna be my girlfriend but I don't wanna kiss
I rather burn rubber in my %#@! and swing eights

That a boy it's roller boys we gon' be silly out the gate
Cause I'm so ill... cause I'm so dope


[HOOK:]
What is life to you?, they gonna take ya life from you
You should say your prayers man

Cause life for you ain't lovely
Ah, ah-ahhh, bullets flyyyy
But I'ma still live lovely


[Verse 3:]
I cried one time I cried one time

Slug ripped and my cousin died
But not no more, tears from Hus cause my heart stone cold
I Got years to be rich I'm, young and pretty

Come on baby ya gotta give it to me
Look at me huh what the hell you mean
No chokin' no drinkin' just stackin' dumb cheese

I'm like, Mohammed Ali and I'm six three
And I box and knock suckas out swiftly
We stuck in this place

And all we ever could do is hustle in this place
But never go nowhere, stack a couple of G's
Flip lows get towed get sucked by the hoes

Buy clothes and dope kicks
My ^!$$% died young
and all he ever could do was rep where he was from

his least breath was the one that blew the breeze through the hood
The money never stop ^!$$% it's thousands in the 'jects
^!$$% it's G's in the hood

I think I like the rain
Cause everytime the tears drop the rain'll wash it away
My heart is numb to pain I can't explain how I feel
Imagine seein' life the way it really is for real
it's different what you see


[HOOK:]
All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew
We can get this paper baby
We can live life lovely

Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh
We can make it lovely

[Then both hooks play simultaneously]