Trackmasters - Da Hustla lyrics

n***as might as well (Yeah!) n***as might as well f** with me anyway I got that fire green ha (Haaaaa!) Verse 1:Noreaga The way I rhyme sometimes,is reflect my style When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul Ask em do they s** dick, can they ride me wild Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe Brown Here go the low down n***as just need to slow down Melvin what! Yo from as good as it gets Ya know now, need to slow down, n***a hold down Flip from Larry, Ya know I hail with my marry Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thun rhyme I ain't the best yet, but I'm next in line It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme Chorus:2x I'm just a hustla doin what the hustla's do I'm just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Verse 2: Noreaga Yo, I buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty Take that thirty dollars and I just buy four grams Take that two grand, take like four of my mans Go down to main street then wastelands Whut up, china man, china man, need some coke? His girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc She be shakin her a** and love to smoke Let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed Let her hit the weed til she red and choke I roll a philly skinny, and you know I got plenty Conservitive thug like I'm holdin a penny Jenny craig or jenny jones but b**h it's jenny I'm like nore springer, no ring on my finger In and out of cells like a bell ringer I'm like hip hop yall n***as is rap singers And I hate yall yall get the middle finger Chorus 2x Verse 3: Maze Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there's no stoppin my zone And while yall n***as clone, everything I'm spittin is shown In my life even now and before I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw I pop everything three's, from my shell to my bottoms I'm aware, when you shinin n***as watch you I walk these ??conple?? stones alone sh** is hostile Apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view Verse 4: Musolini Comin out the hood, we ain't have to many choices to live n***as hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids How to sell d**, cook grams, and get dubs young thug Snake n***as ain't got no love The same way I pump packs The same way i spit on these cats The same way it reflect in my raps Let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like BIG kickin in the doe yo Find me with Maze on doe low! Chorus 2x