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Mr. Cheeks - The Hussle lyrics
[Mr. Cheeks] Yeah Mr. Cheeks, M.O.P, Big Fame and Billy mother fucking Danze Let's give these bitch niggaz one more chance Throw them shits up (Throw'em up) Regulate the real (Regulate) Ayo we basically know how us fuckers feel (Feel that) How we running niggaz Ayo they gave me mad problems you wont amount to nothing Well look at me now I did amount to something The rap name in vain just like a four four No matter were us niggaz rock we watch out for popo Still up in the struggle I see nothing changes These niggaz peep the way we roll so we holding bangers Sport the jewelry cars and the shelto Gamble for car money drink let the L blows High school drop out got my G.E.D. though Don't speak about what I got the d-low Yo I know nothing but the hot shit creating Up on the road trips and hot shit we scatting From the slums stepping representing the jump off (jump off) What we bump hard what you niggaz bump soft Lived in Red Hook my pops name is Rudy Chattman My good times always started with whats happening (Chorus) Just call me a hustle Grinding pies writing rhyme 9 to 5 Pimping chicks doing sticks just getting rich takes muscle Saga of a every day struggle Bottom line dolla signs we aint got a dime we gotta hustle Clip feeling strip stealing sick villain Let of a lot of wip pealing gangsta type scuffle Payback could mean is time to layback and bubble But other times payback is trouble Just call me a hustle [Billy Danze] Lets give it up for the rusty 32's And the day before Lymer For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana When the G's stood firm Perfecting their concerns And a nickel spot with a single shot ready to burn Now shame on me it was cloudy I was blind I was thinking that this young coward nigga had a slime Your not LB your not M.O.P I brought tripping from my whole different angle to spot me [Lil Fame] I was blessed with a cursed (Curse a blessing within this curse) When curse became innershment encouragement I'm immune to the pain now I'm loving it I'm encourage to fakes the pain and Everything else I consider is punishment (Take it one day at a crime) Sometimes I stare into the mirror Asking my self we it all went wrong Back on the grind bomb stash heat in my palm Is a cold world my nigga so bundle and warm (Chorus) [Mr. Cheeks] Ayo listen my daughter is getting older I love to kiss'em hold'em Daddys always gonna be there for you I told'em The world is getting colder But imma keep'em warm Yall niggaz wanna get it on I bring a deeper storm Watch you niggaz like a job if I got to Fuck scrapping you gonna feel when I spot you I grew up in this raised around the hard times Did the thing hustle in boulevard dimes The red tops yellow tops and the blue ones Powerful always came through with some new one I peep them niggaz that was down but turn fuckiness Ever since Tah pass Yeah imma represent LB to the death of it Even though you left kid I'm still gonna rep this shit Track attacking bitch nigga smacking Every time I think I'm out these niggaz pull me back in (Chorus) 2x's |
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