[Hook]
(Who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Aye, who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n***a?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
Want the top spot, ain't no runners up
Sorry we do not believe in second place
On a bus full of s*uts, they can't f** with us
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now who we is?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Head honcho, war ready
Got the Ks and the carbon in the car already
Do what you do, shawty bust your move
But when I come back, n***a ya'll you gon' get it
I guess it'd be best if I do my stuff?
Run up on your girl, n***a two guns up (Hey!)
Better watch what you do my guy, you don't wanna make it me and you my guy
Cause if you get mad then a few might fly, but if if I get mad 22 might die
You can't fit these in a shoe, my guy
They way too big, bang bang you dead
You take back everything you said
Fo' I put a hole in it, Imma drain your head
I [?] wearing green when the blood hit the shirt, then I looked at the stain said it ain't so red
Mi loco, no comprende, all we do is get busy
I'm connected with the [?], it's ain't no hoe n***a with me
The realest in your city, whatever city you sent me
Was born a real n***a, it ain't no going against it
[Hook]
(Who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Aye, who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n***a?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
[Verse 2]
s**a n***a leave a b**h around, n***a Imma leave 'em both mad
The way I do a hoe is so sad
You ain't tuned into this then pick up your remote pad
If a thug sending k**ers, send a hoe with the most a**?
I do a n***a so bad
Smoke that, that's your a**
I ain't never took sh** from a n***a, but his whole cash
You're so bad with the cla** you can't gon' get the choke tag
p**y n***a where your hoe at? Young n***a where your hoe at?
Might as well give her up, cause you ain't havin no swag
And you don't got the most cash, you ain't even in the poor cla**, your little bitty hoe a**
No fashion and no cla**
Every n***a over here been cool since the throwbacks
I'm a brand new Ducati, little buddy you a moped
Ya'll better have Dro a**, we show you where the dope at
Only got two rules, leave a designated boat? man
And whatever you do, n***a, don't mention [?] name
I'll break a hoe in four halves
My Chevrolet is running, he got 200 and 4 valves
Imma show you how to go there, for these n***as it no fair
I'm so rare, hoe yeah, n***a
[Hook]
(Who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Aye, who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n***a?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
[Verse 3]
Okay, I'm bad, and I got a whole lotta cash
Real fast, put it all in the stash
Ya'll ain't struggle, got a little b**h mediocre
Might get a little head in the slab?
Really need to cool it, how when I'm still toting uzis?
I'll take a n***a slice of the pizza
Kick a little flash, spend a couple racks on sneakers
My whip got James Bond featured
sh**, my gang hustle, ain't wait for a handout
Show my hairline, my pants down
Oh you ain't ask 'round, better go and check my background
f** around, hear the Mac sound
Yeah I can laugh now, been a while since I been broke
Been broke, that was no joke
Came from a Pinto, all the way to a Benzo
Iced out Rollie make my wrist glow
Hold up, let me slow it down
Slow low, then some more rounds
On the way to your hoe now
And n***as don't play with us, cause we armed and dangerous
We the face of the A-town
Hold up, I beg your pardon
Flexing on n***as, I'm sorry
Been stealing my swag, you could borrow it
Now say it to the face of the carbon (Bah! Bah!)
[Hook]
(Who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Aye, who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n***a?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(Now who we is?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Now who we is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now how we live?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
(And what it is?)
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
[Verse 4: Young Dro]
Imma show you how to spit this sh**, if you counting syllables, k**in em, it's pitiful, leaving 'em hospitable (Dro)
I'm the motherf**er that'll get at you, and I been f**ing with your main hoe since I was 22
I'm young and I'm thuggin' and I'm going out bustin'
And if you need a brick of that hard, give me some f**in' with?
You know them boy straight, when I break down nick sacks
And I have them p**y n***as taking off from the click-clack (Bow!)
Get back, break a n***a off like a Kit-Kat
Where your b**h at? Where the bricks at?
You been in the gym working out, oh I get that
Well you can get six bullets in your six-pack (Boom!)
Oh, we need a goon to fire your a** up, put you in a room and tie your a** up
n***a want a plate, then hit him with the bu*t
Of the K, in the mouth and wire his a** up
Crazy, please don't upset the one
At hoes in the 44, tech the gun
Call me DMC without Run
Man, I got so much game I f** nuns
Young Dro ain't Hustle Gang, n***a please that's just like UGK without Bun
And I got a mask on my face with a gat on my waist, street sweeper upset? when I come
[Hook]
(Who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as all them b**hes love to f**
(Aye, who we is, n***a?)
We them n***as everybody love to hate
Riding through the city with the windows up
(And how we live, n***a?)
Presidential sh**, I'm talking JFK
Want the top spot, ain't no runners up
Sorry we do not believe in second place
On a bus full of s*uts, they can't f** with us
And it's Hustle Gang over everything
(Now who we is?)