Keep Hustlin’ lyrics

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Ahh
Uh-huh
Yeah, D-Block
R3
Motherf*ckers couldn't wait
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
n*ggas not want Jada to kiss on 'em (kiss on 'em)
Throw sour milk or p*ss on 'em (p*ss on em)
Burn their cell
Snitch n*ggas playing the game, who turn to tell (what)
I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L
Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah)
Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack
D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right)
Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap
I hit raw in the store, ravined
Then laid low on the yayo when I cop more of the green
Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team
My life is juicy n*gga, it was all a dream
It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave
I'm like carbon-dioxide, cause I don't want you faggots to breathe
And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue
2002 BM wagon with the B's (uh-huh)
[Chorus: Styles P & Sheek Louch]
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it

[Verse 2: Styles P]
It's the kid with the attitude, chip on the shoulder
Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster
Purple in the dutchie (uh-huh)
I got a circle full of n*ggas that will kill your grandmother if she touch me
Told you I get deep with a gun
If I die then my n*ggas teach the rules of the street to my son
Cause I might got to meet with the lord
What I live by, die by, my gun, my word, and my sword
Cause n*ggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me
Microwave killer, do my sh*t instantly
Built out of courage and honor
It's the dark side, that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama
Just for birthing your ass
And this the ghost when you take your last breath and I'm cursing your ass
And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper
Cause I'm right here on earth for your ass
[Chorus: Styles P & Sheek Louch]
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]
You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)
You wanna knock yourself out, nah, let me do that
I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeah)
I spit too hard
Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard
Even in the boot Louch keep a gat in his hand
Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man, or Grammy award?
What did you expect?
I ain't seeing double platinum unless I take it off your f*cking neck
Cut my check and get out my face
Before I go home and get that new sh*t out the case (no doubt)
I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me
I'll clap you if my n*ggas is daring me
Your God is dumping your face
Then run up and choke your b*tch ass, just in case
Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more
You better put a rush on Volume four (D-block)
Walk with me
[Chorus: Styles P & Sheek Louch]
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it

All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it
All my n*ggas with guns
Keep busting them
All my n*ggas with drugs
Keep hustling
All my n*ggas with money
Keep getting it
All my n*ggas that ride
Keep living it