Juvenile - Got Ya Hustle On lyrics

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Juvenile - Got Ya Hustle On lyrics

[Juvenile] That's right, it's crunch time now fellas No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement C'mon To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be f** him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory Yeah, and I could give a f** if you kin to me My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede [Chorus] Get ya hustle on, n***a get ya hustle on [4X] We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! [Juvenile] The loamin hard sparkle like gla** Main b**h right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad If a n***a want somethin I got somethin for his a** Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang Ever since they tried to drown a n***a on the eastbank Everybody need a check from FEMA So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) And nobody cares what the police thank Everybody f**in with ki's cause it's a street thang [Chorus] [Juvenile] Wodie! You really feelin your folks Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government n***az k**in n***az and them b**hes is lovin it f** Fox News! I don't listen to y'all a** Couldn't get a n***a off the roof with a star pa** Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 'Til a n***a catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash Get your mind right, n***a get your money up You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta f** you up [Chorus - repeat 2X]

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