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We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle
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(Bootie Brown)
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Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize
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careful not to jeopardize on my chances
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Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances.
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I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado.
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I never been one to follow
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I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up.
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Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up.
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Asshole watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on
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the ball.
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Who you gonna call?
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Hustle hustle hustle hustle
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(Schmooche)
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First you see a flash & then you smell smoke
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Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene
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as my people choke, the hustle
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I want to be down & all off into it
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like Russell Simmons, I like the women's
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The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren
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In my pocket stacks ends
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but I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir
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place down your bottle
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I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle
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and get her overheated ready to be treated
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for the Schmooche Cat addiction affection
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To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions
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blue mountain tops and purple valley
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wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley
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Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal
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Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my
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hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it
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(Randy Mac)
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Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid
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til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word
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of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and
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watch
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the folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart
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My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part
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and chasin papes from the nine six to infin
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Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen
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Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross
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over appeal
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that Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no
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Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali
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My partners of mine are skyballin out of control
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but I ain't feelin that part of the game so
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Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes
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I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes
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would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome
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But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
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and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
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For all the haters is regulated
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Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal
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Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
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hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it
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(Big Boy)
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You see back in the days crime pays
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But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways
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now let me break this down
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I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like
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Nini Brown
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puttin suckas in fear
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Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here
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I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
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Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it
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Nigga give me three of those
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My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1
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Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done
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Then that game went astray fools droppin dime
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Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away
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So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde
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Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
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Makin papes makin tapes doin dates
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All over the world in each and every state
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Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks
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But still got fat backs and fat stacks
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Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out
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paper chase hustle that's what it be about
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Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal
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Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my
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hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it
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The Hustle
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| The Pharcyde |
