Webbie - Hustle Game lyrics

[Hook: Nicole Wray] H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous [Verse One: Bun B] Say! I'm a trill a** n***a, wait let me define I'm down for my issue with that bread on my mine I'm built for that big boy sh** like Depends And outside of the fam, we ain't got no friends I got a couple priors a couple pendin We know you ain't a gangsta ho so stop pretendin I checked your resume it don't compute If ya bought this and sold that where's ya loot? I know you don't wanna compare ya hustle game with me Your cards two years old and your chain is three b**h you can't hang with me, and it's plain as day Your n***as ain't got it in 'em then swing this way Your reputation is built on bullsh** So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip I didn't want to but I had to do it Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it, n***a!!!! [Hook: Nicole Wray] H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous [Verse Two: Webbie] Look! I'm trill young savage I'm the youngest of the fam Bad b**h long hair good weed in the air Got a ounce of that kush no seeds up in there Virgin b**h tight puss had to squeeze up in there When a n***a hit the do' you know it G's up in here It got cold all the p**y n***as freeze up in here Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here Four G's see we all blow trees we don't care Mac 10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here Make a motherf**er sit they a** down somewhere Had some n***as outside waitin 'round somewhere Headline on channel nine you got found somewhere I'm a laugh my a** off blowin a pund somewhere With two big flippers and some gowns and some slippers Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers Savage Life in stores now 'gon get it n***a SO!!!!!!!! [Hook: Nicole Wray] H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us We be everywhere we street famous, famous [Verse Three: Lil' Boosie] Look! Some say I talk alot of sh** well I was raised wrong Coke dealers who got tired of bein broke n***as I'm walkin outside with the four five yeah! I can't be scared drinkin purple to the head Permit the scene yeah we leanin in that boot n***a Heroin got n***as gone so we shoot quicker They call us country cause we thuggin in a small county City folk they ain't grateul for their good surroundings I run that sh** that make the real n***a stand up It's Boosie Bad Azz trap like and what!! Asylum signed me, now a n***a find me On B.E.T. with W-E-E-D I.E. Ninety eight, I'm an underground hard hitter How you spit how you spit it? God n***a Kay Slay I'm underrated and I promise you I'm fittin to hit the rap game and this what I'm a do f** I don't love like Rosa Parks hit the bus n***as in the south spittin but them n***as ain't us (THEY AIN'T US!!!) We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet Grip teks, and hit n***as in they flippin neck All I want is my respect, I ain't 'gon say nothin else I'm a let the case rest Boosie Bad Azz!!!!!!!!