[Intro]
|
[Dice rolls]
|
On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner
|
Either other time 11 is irrelevant
|
And 7 is craps, after you've established a point
|
A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10
|
2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first roll and they craps
|
The money gone, but the dice stay
|
Just cuz I taught you the game don't mean you know how to play
|
And it damn sure don't make you...
|
|
[Chorus]
|
I'm a huslta baby, I take chances everyday
|
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
|
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin them or they hustlin you
|
I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon do what the old heads taught me
|
|
[Verse 1]
|
Five Hundred on the line and I'm looking for a 10
|
But I know exactly know how to find a bitch again
|
I buck'em off the table, a 4 and a 6
|
Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks
|
Came a 6, and what I left with, hush it
|
It's a secret; hustlas don't discuss it
|
Brush the dust off my britches when the dice game finished
|
Sometimes you gotta lose, man that just the business
|
I done left the rent to the dice game, the water and lights
|
My old lady bout to hoop and call it a night
|
My last two hundred, and I'm bout to let it ride
|
Let'em roll, came out a 4 and 5
|
My points 9, I'm working, 8, 10, I'm searchin
|
Well here goes a 4 and a 5
|
Well a 6 and a 3 but either way it's a 9
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Verse 2]
|
The sink in a drought and I'm tryin to survive
|
Cable off, TV only picks up five
|
White sneakers, damn near look off-white
|
And I'm still using heavy starches, them shit is alright
|
My whole life I'd have trouble stayin focused
|
But I never gave up and never stopped copin
|
Pits in the yard, a bucket in the driveway
|
I'm gonna turn that bitch into a new truck one day
|
Someday, cuz I'm gonna get out here and work until
|
I get a mil, fuck the lotto and a record deal
|
It's real, when you don't even know when your gonna get your next meal
|
Even though when you straight, you still feel like you on them X pills
|
Can't sit still, you pace back and forth
|
Cross the floor until you can't take no more
|
But I'ma be back, believe that, like my big homie E-Mack
|
...the muthafuckin Southside!
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
[Verse 3]
|
I took sixteen zips of that Mexican red
|
Weighed my quarters at five, charged an arm and a leg
|
Busted heads, this move dealt me a new hand
|
The eight I invested was now two grand
|
Met a busta at a club and told him I was the man
|
Met up with him, sold him a quarter ki of sand
|
A young dude, my mentality was like fuck dude
|
We like some pit puppies fightin over dog food
|
In school I sold candy a quarter a piece
|
I made my money off three and the rest was all me
|
In life I fucked a couple of good connects up
|
So if you in the car with me keep ya heads up
|
Worked so hard but couldn't stack no bread up
|
Finally said fuck it cuz I just got fed up
|
The money I owe you, you can chop that boss
|
Because I don't think you got the balls to come knock Stak off
|
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Hustle & Flow
|
Haystak |