The Hustle lyrics

[Skit]
Type-ass n*gga, where's my money?
n*gga, get your hand off my pocket
We s'posed to been here five days ago
Get your pocket off my hand, I'll slit you out
Motherf*cker (Why don't we f*ck in the back?)
I'm bleedin', but I'm bleedin' cool, baby
Don't know nothin' about no hustle

[Intro]
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle

[Verse 1: Bootie Brown]
Lookin' to advance in this world that's monopolized, so I utilize
Careful not to jeopardize on my chances
Some n*ggas pack 17 to stack their advances
I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado
I never been one to follow
I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up
Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up
as*h*le, watch your cash flow take a downfall
When your sh*t's not on the ball, who you gonna call?
[Interlude]
Hustle (Hustle, hustle, hustle), hustle
Hustle (Hustle, hustle, hustle), hustle
Hustle (Hustle, hustle, hustle)

[Verse 2: Schmooche]
First, you see a flash and then you smell smoke
Schmooche cat, controllin' the whole scene
As my people choke, the hustle
I want to be down and all off into it
Like Russell Simmons, I like the womens
The hers not the him, I pass Ls to my bredren
In my pocket stacks ends
But I always find myself saying "Please, excuse me, sir, place down your bottle"
I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle
And get her overheated ready to be treated
For the Schmooche Cat addiction
Affliction to her state and being
I had her seeing triple visions, blue mountain tops and purple valley
Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley

[Chorus]
Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil
This goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
[Verse 3: Randy Mac]
Smokin' doja in the south central streets keep me 'noid
'Til I puff bomb E-T just to fill the void and recollect the words a vet put me down with
"Be about your paper mack and watch the folks you clown with"
Life's a hustle, have money, have heart
My matrimony to this playa sh*t is death do us part
And chasin' paper from the nine-six to infin'
Blazin' endo stems, sippin' yack and straight Hen
Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel
Comin' wit' more crossover appeal than Van Exel
And I hope to God I don't got to serve no Cavi
Stressin' to maintain self-preservation up in Cali
My partners of mine are skyballin' out of control
But I ain't feelin' that part of the game
So, slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness' sakes
I spot the fake; the scandalous dulo, one-time popos and the Jakes
Would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome
But I recognize a trick-a-ration, so I mob by my lonesome
And keep my status as a player elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated

[Chorus]
Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal
Tryin 'not to get caught up in the evil
This goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
[Verse 4: Big Boy]
You see, back in the days, crime pays
But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle up in many ways
Now, let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, new jacket like Nino Brown
I'm puttin' brothers in fear
Lettin' ya know that Big Boy is the n*gga in charge over here
I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
Give me one of them, two of these, aw, f*ck it, n*gga, give me three of those
My homie, Shaun Juan, used to give me five for one
Back in the days, that's how my hustlin' sh*t was done
Then that game went astray, fools catchin' time
Droppin' dime and then fools gettin' blown away
So, Suavecito, my Negrito' put me with The Pharcyde
Tours and pours of Hennessy by the bar side
Makin' papes, makin tapes, doin' dates
All over the world, in each and every state
Now, I'm on the other side of the tracks, makin' tracks
But still got fat backs and fat stacks
Yo, Bootie Brown, I guess I'm out
Paper-chase, hustle, that's what it be about ('Bout, 'bout)

[Bridge]
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle y'all, we gotta hustle

[Chorus]
Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil
This goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal
Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil
This goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it