Hustler's queue Lyrics

Yes, I was a member

But I was forced into this way of life. Hey, look, I've been dealing drugs ever since I was 12 years old

See, I didn't have the chances that you have miss Hawkins. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth

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We gotta hustle with every muscle, the war is on. The war is on. We turn the bubble, let's give them trouble. We get it on, get it on. We gonna get it on

They hate the hustle, I hate a hustler for pushing on. We gonna push it on. Watch the votes in circulation when they swarming on. Don't forget me, they coming on

Who recommended you niggas, I see no recognition. On the road to getting paper, call me sanitation. Been a nigga in the field, the hood, my plantation

If he man down, I did it, no allegations. Dude fit for me, cooler than the Bearing Jacks. On my body, my carry-on, I call it my love

We switching V's, I'm Demi Ford when it comes to the whipping. My ego bigger than me, bitch, don't try and lift me

Math petition, with multiplication, no time for hasting. Hesitate with calculation, where's your motivation

When you a hustler, gotta watch the votes in circulation. They swarm down and suck you dry, evaporation

They try to spin your paper for you like you hand-me-downs. When I fell and needed help, with them hands, I'm set

I don't give handshakes, I give jiggadats. Cause you niggas is snakes, vultures, and sewer rats

We gotta hustle with every muscle, the war is on. The war is on. We gonna bubble, let's give them trouble. We get it on, get it on

We gonna get it on. They hate the hustle, I hate a hustler for pushing on. We gonna push it on

Watch the votes in circulation when they swarming on. Don't forget me, they coming home

I play my position when facing opposition. Send bullets to your chest like you Mike Jennings

Strike them out in the field, call me Roger Clemens. Game over, this not lasting nine innings

How dare you act animal, you more like Bambi. I'm the neighborhood Mr. Fix-It, I keep it handy

Don't make Uncle Buck, I ain't John Candy. I will Jack Sundin, toss pounds like Randy

When you out getting bread, don't let these niggas toast you. You gotta keep them distance, don't be too social

Niggas hating it, gins eventually shines through. Just stay on your P's and Q's, don't be forced to

I'm a force to be reckoned with, I don't recommend that you try to step on my toes when it comes to Benjamins

On one hand alone, I can count every friend. If you offended by that, then you not one of them

We gonna hustle forever