Big Tymers - We Hustle lyrics

[juvenile] Listen, It's a fresh package i got - why not move it Keepin' it in the house 'll have the feds locked to it Business as usual is goin' on in the slums We want the whole cake, n***a - we don't want no crums Stupid sh** - we avoid it Dope - we exploit it Had our sh** tight b**hes done destroyed it Now n***as gettin' out lookin' for employers Made a deal with the d.a. and the lawyer Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter Sayin' he was outta town - n***a crossed the border Should've bust his head, but i don't need the heat I'll send another n***a out to handle beef for me It's a test 'cause i've been given him a ki a week Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me And if he hand me his business, i'ma make sure he's straight The only n***a out the project magnolia with weight (hook [turk]) n***a, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play [b.g.] Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - i'm on the grind In two weeks i was workin' a 16-25 Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin' Jumpin' out a 500-s cla** on brodders So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard 'fore i knew i was workin' four ounces and two quarters Not a taker i'm scarred from (? ?) Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his sh** Now i got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters It's cooked already - i got these n***as runnin' like water Slowly, i'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine Had this n***a - only said what they workin', the block is mine Got hustlin' sk**s in my blood - come from my pa That's how i know the game 'cause at a young age i was taught (hook2x [turk]) We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play [baby] Brother, you my hustler, and k.c. my k**er Michael, (?), curl, y'all lay back and peep these n***as Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n***a Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my n***a Then if it go down, i know you're ridin', n***a But it's cool - i lost some hot boys, my n***a But i'm a fool untamed by the children in this game Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man Joe casey know a n***a wan' buy some things I start in the hood, i keep it real with my goods Lac, hurry up back, i know a n***a wan' buy some crack Smack a whole brick on that b**h when it come back Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back Magnolia shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black And buy that new black-on-black 2g cadillac (hook [turk]) n***a, we hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play We hustle hustle everyday, all day Get our grind on in the project hallway n***a try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a k Hot boys and big tymers - they surely don't play [mannie fresh] What What What Remember when sh** was a easy task Back in the days that pa**ed When b**hes use to cut cla** Just to let a dumb n***a hit that a** Now everything f**ed up Sure virgin p**y gon' cost you a-hundred bucks n***a, that use to be the man sh** outta luck Young n***as walkin' 'round with that duck Some say, "play with your nose." Some say, "f** them hoes." Some say, "you're fat. work out and get a six-pack." I say, "f** all that, i'd rather have six facts." Young n***as done drove me to pack a heater f** drawin' up the meat beaters They tryin' to defeat us Move us out and delete us Erase us n***as from the face of the earth Put your dick in the dirt No how, no way, daddy, it won't work I refuse to be a statistic Dna ballistic With a closed casket 'cause some young n***a blasted my brains on the side Lil' daddy, i'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' k** me