L.O.G. - Hustlin' is Da Sk**z lyrics

[L.O.G. talking] Hustla, I be hustlin', I be the hustla, n***a [L.O.G.] I be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt I plan it first, get with my click and, they learn they sh** Now we out on the flight hittin' motherf**in' licks No talkin' sh**, we got some business We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas More ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, Glock Mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin', strong muscle heavy Takin' over, patrol ya They run in your sh** like a Desert Storm soulja Screamin' "Wartime, what is yours is now mine" Now can you define, a hustla, must be me L.O.G. from the S.A.C The M-O-B 'til I D-I-E, now do you feel me, these n***as that try to k** me I'm with it, I got some caps I wanna peel G, to the chest, straight slug 'em Cause I don't love 'em, 'matter of fact, this a jack, so motherf** 'em He got some nerve, tryin to lie 'bout that quarter bird Not knowin' that hustlin' is the sk**s to pay bills [Chorus] Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a Hustlin' is the sk**s to pay the bills n***a Hustlin' is the sk**s, hustlin' is the sk**s [L.O.G.] Now get yo a** on the ground, b**h spread yo legs Put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead Cause see I'm jackin' for your loot, your motherf**in' yayo No time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go So say your prayers, motherf**er look me in my eyes You 'bout to die, (gun co*k, gun blast), goodbye Me and my n***as, we can't get no jive Hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride For yo merchandise, I even take yo life And after midnight, you besta stay the f** out of site I'm not a player hater, I'm just a player breaker I catch him slippin', then your broke, and then yo a** is smoked Cause I done told ya, I'm a soulja Lickin' motherf**ers out they boulders Crack, let me get that out you black You f**in' 'round with some n***as who like to ride and jack For a livin', so n***a thanks for your givin' And if you wouldn't gave, you would've slept in your grave So you best not never slip, cause n***as like me L.O.G., is jackin' for your ????? [Chorus] [L.O.G.] Kickin' in doors and slappin' hoes, dope and gold For the love of cash flows, who knows What you get hittin' licks n***a, I'm gettin' greedy like Uncle Scrooge With a nina millimeter, I need a, 'nother victim to take, to break He hesitate, to make, I can't wait, to penetrate, his chest plate No fake, I be buckin' 'em, and when you see L.O.G., I be hustlin' Cause n***as in my click, jackin' for yo sh**, packin' sh** thats chrome Ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, 'bout to send you home In a body bag, cause thats yo a** n***a Ski mask way, is the ways I raise my cash these days, n***a, and I'mma get paid [Chorus] [L.O.G. talking] I be the hustla, L.O.G., who I be, a motherf**in' hustla