Yeah...
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Yeah man we them niggaz everybody talkin 'bout
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Hey yo, yo
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[Verse One]
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Whether it's, chips or whips or bricks of 'caine
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I still shine at the end when y'all forced to rain
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Changed the game, three shots parade ya Range
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Hit the passenger, driver, old man on a cane
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I'm a shell in the chamber, waitin to pop
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Like Stoudamire on the court I'm used to movin the rock
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Cruise in the drop, 740, snub in the box
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My attitude shifty, never callin the cops
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A Green Bay jersey, out on Bennett puffin hershey
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D's on the route tryin to catch a nigga dirty
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Respect the flow, better yet respect the dough
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He get respect like rich and po'
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Fuck a 9 to 5, I'd rather wake up and spit bars
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And your wife, known to make my dick hard
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Cartier lenses, 22's on my Benz's
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When shit break out, y'all hit the fences
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[Chorus]
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We stay bent, laid back behind tint, puffin sticks, spliff up
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We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
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Big belt, flossy shades, paint on glaze, nigga
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We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
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Unidentifiable straps makin heat clap sicker
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We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
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We about reliable scratch and gettin this math quicker
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We are the hustlers everyone's talkin about
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[Verse Two]
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Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster
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I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster
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You know I'm 'bout macra{?} I'll clap ya, a pirate like {?}
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Far from a Hollywood actor
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A factor, focused on paper and cars
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I move like crowds, stay minglin with the stars
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I'm in the 6500 Benz truck with some broads
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Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard
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You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks
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That wanna take the car, cover up your tight summer shit
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The game's heavy, man that's way off the charts
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Heavier than killer whales at animal theme parks
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You niggaz is SweeTarts, my family is street sharks
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We keep the ER busy tryin to revive the treat marks
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Shit, we merk niggaz like Eddie, get ready
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We got heat that set car alarms off like M-80's
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[Chorus]
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[The Game]
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The Game on some regular rhymin, fuck all this new shit
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When they gon' let real niggaz get on that cruise ship
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Black Sox and Dallas Squad got, chains and cars
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Get, brains from stars after those awards
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Miyagi's or doubles, don't think I won't buy out the bar
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That's little shit, Mercedes dealership, buy out the cars
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Sticker in the window, let 'em know that it's ours
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Sittin on shit you ain't never seen like we got it from Mars
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Game like Laker Will, snatch a bitch off your arm
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She see Game covered in ice like I lived through a snowstorm
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Plus I blow digits like my first name was {?}
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Pay off security at clubs, get our guns admitted
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Outside the club in the parkin lot, four dot six
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Not know it's stocked? Nigga it's the one we keep the bricks in
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Hard black on black leather's what we keep the chicks in
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And bitches stay sniffin like smellin dubs is a sixth sense
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[Chorus]
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We Are The Hustlaz
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The Game |