(feat. Too $hort, 2Pac, and MC Breed)

[Too $hort:]


If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.


[Chorus:]

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on

[Too $hort:]


I make money like a mother$#&@er
It ain't no thang to me

$hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me

How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down

$hort Dog, my %#@! is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull %#@!tin make a mill when I rock

Three players in the game and it's a major
(*##$ you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
Today I'm on the westcoast

Tommorrow I'm in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
$horty drop the bass in the mix

You know what's next beitch
I'm sure to get rich


[Chorus]

[2Pac:]


Haha
I'd be the thuggin $$# outlaw

Til my $#&@in casuct drops
$#&@ around and make me blast on these !@$( cops


This is for the hustlaaaaas

Believe me coming stapped with the gak

When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin
Thug life mother$#&@er ain't no bull %#@!tin

Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke (*##$es
Slanging that game

Now %#@! done changed
It ain't the the same
I ain't lyin ^!$$%s are dyin

Three strikes have you mother$#&@ers flyin
In the penatentary or in the cemetary
Gettin high no need to worry

Last year ^!$$%s knockin up the block and in between shots
Pumpin tapes from that ^!$$% Breed and Pac
This year bringin you the fix

Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride.


[Chorus]


[MC Breed:]

I'm a cold-hearted fool

I mean a fool at heart, head strong
and I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Conatact ^!$$%s like a part time

When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the darkside
Man of many mens till the very end
and blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game

They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
and we can have us a gak to gak talk

Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
and we can put the bull %#@! to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
and he's a mother$#&@er ?????? calls a corner when I'm around

Bodies are buried and found all around
and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit

The %#@! won't change as long as I'm alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight

[Chorus]