Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke
Pork rinds and a soda pop
I told a cop I'd beat it, lost

At 3 a.m., they told up "stop"
We got it real real, to the top
A G like 30 feet away from the county line

The weed flyin, the golden smilin
Wip it nice an then they sign
Man, $#&@

How denyin' my damn luck,
This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin time
Don't get messy with the Prezzy

A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy
Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth
Back an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin pie
Bust a cop
I'll be damned, they took my crop

Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit about a hunid fi (105)
Miles per hour
In the country wit the pudin, good an chunky

40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money
Got to be that early bird
To grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it
Lord I need it fore the third
Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure

Standin on the standard curb
Days begin to bend an blurred


Homegrown bacon
Yeah, I'm havin the wage
Tendency of a 50 hit, when its about gettin payed

Came along with a ragin theif hidin under the shade
An momma won't quit buggin me about my heathenish ways
Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer

Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin my fears
Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob
Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah! (hustla)


[Chorus:]
If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)
If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)
And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)


Aint no tenth, 35%
Dent in my hub caps, sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that


Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo
Dough is what Im reachin fo

Money low, need some mo
Hustlin these streets alone


Now everyday I work, 75
A&R tellin me lies
Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla die

Now peep the otha side, ova them hills
Rich dude that own them mills
Tha candy sto is open for sale

These junkies gone smoke it to death
Money, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles, gold grills
no scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill

wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still
lay it on the fish scales
I'm $$#ed out in the back seat of the Pont-i-ac

Got a cup full of Con-i-ac
Quarter out of hunny sacks
Tell me get my money back

Still broke, feel like I ain't got %#@! to live fo
So much to kill fo
C'mon, this ^!$$%s transition, ain't no use in sittin round wishin

But my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmition
Get my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zone
Bundle that bubble, lets make it split

We buy: peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs
^!$$%, please, anything you ask fo, we got what you need
To these college degrees we applyin to streets, cause I'm a (hustla)

[Chorus:]

If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)
And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)
If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)
And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)


[spoken]
Hustla. Carry many meanings..
Whether you a crook in them books
whether you usin your mind or usin a 9
bootleg alcohol, or runnin the ball

you must get it in. You was born a hustla
an you a die a hustla. Prophit, hit 'em wit it
[spoken end]

I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera

For life in a ballance, of it
Lyin an shinin a beddy ro
I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean)
If I don't crush it then Imma bust the 9
I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, its over y'all
Wit all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time

Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog
My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw
Dont go trickin 'em all, Imma have you bust for all my yiggas
Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all, aww!
What? What? What? Aw! Aww!