C-murder - Hustlas Wife lyrics
(*talking*) Y'all b**hes better get off me, y'all feel me what's up You see me what's up, everything around here Do you see anything, you thought wasn't there Look what's up baby, you know I'ma ride for you [C-Murder] I seen you in the projects one day, with a bad attitude Acting all rude, I thought it was cute See I don't like a pushover broad, I'm living foul I need a sweet thing, that's bout getting wild now When I finally snatched you up, my stacks was on the decline n***a you hit a lick, and it was our time to shine I had you go in the club, intice this thug And show him some love, and slip some'ing in his mug You did that like a G, brought that n***a to me He brought us his stash, now I fill a double bag with cash Smash a few weeks pa**ed, first cla** I'm hitting that a**, stack mail and duck the task [Hook] She's a hustler's wife, she thugging A hustler's wife, got it going on She's a hustler's wife, call it thug love She's a hustler's wife, married to a hustler [C-Murder] Now five bricks a day, so I guess I'm that n***a Bought you a hair shop, all them hoes jock Rock for rock, ounce for ounce For and a halves, look at him I made him laugh You my dog and I got your back, straight up dime piece Just like me, you hate the police When you got with me, you married a mob boo Ain't no leaving one way, and that one way out true It comes with the job, let's take a ride grab the pearl I brought you This world is yours, just do what I taught you Bulletproof on the Benz, that I gave you right Ain't no slipping, when you living as a hustler's wife [Hook] [C-Murder] They kicked in the do', waving the fo'-fo' It's a jack move, got me and my girl on the flo' But they mashed up, they ain't gon merk us Most likely they gon stick and move, in the service Ransacked the place, put the heat in my face I want ay'thang n***a, including the safe Man I'm this close to making a move, raising up And break, make a move for the tool shh Somebody set me up, must of been one of my homes The camera wasn't on, or the burglar alarm Mami don't cry, it's gon be alright This the sh** that happens, as a hustler's wife [Hook] (*talking*) (why y'all acting like this, what you thought You mad, cause we blowing it up You following us, I'm down with my n***a to the end And we gon keep, doing it big real big We mean that don't touch me don't put your hands on me Don't-don't touch me at all, so what's up huh) This chick ride or die tattooed up, with my name ay'thang Soldierette, whatever you wanna call it A lil' gangsta b**h, she's a hustler's wife She married to a hustler right, she's a hustler-hustler When I'm locked up she there for me, she care for me You heard me, she keep it real with me She deal with me, chill with me down to blow it up And blow with me, fire roller too whodi