Hustlers (feat. Beanie Sigel)

Yeah

Sup wit' these lame-ass ****, man?

I'm tellin' you

**** keep runnin' to this rap shit

You kna' mean?

Like y'all built like that

Ya'll **** betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'

Ya'll **** ain't ready for this shit

If a **** know the Memph

I ain't the type to front

I'll put any gun to you

What type you want?

Supply any drug for you

What high you want?

Bag any chick for you

Nice or slut

Yeah, I push hot V's

My **** got cheese

You run around frontin'

Like you **** got keys

You never flipped burgers

Your crew, I ain't heard of

Matter of fact, I'll murder ya

I heard you **** spit shit

But it's indirect

Say my name

And see where I end this tech

I got a lot of love for this

But dawg, I'm real

When it's beef, it's beef

When it's rap, it's real

Nuttin' between

A lot of frontin' I seen

I done analyzed this game

It's nuttin' but schemes

New ways to sell records

I ain't for it

Put it out if it's hot

Not, Just ignore it, motherfuckers

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

Yo, yo

This is my ghetto

I eat, sleep, breathe here

To tell the truth, dawg

None of us gon' leave here

We die young, go to jail for murder 1

On a come-up, ****

And that's where I'm from

I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit

I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit

I'ma catch you when you sit

Put 4 in yo whip

Catch your girl in the club

Put nut in your bitch

**** wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool

Go and use his tool

****, youz the fool

You could bootleg my shit

I want me a chunk, deuce

I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk

What part of that you don't understand?

Or ain't hear?

Misinterpret?

Dawg, I put WORK in

I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenal

Still keep them thangs

Next to the abdominal

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah

Before these rhymes

I was bustin' these nines

Before these raps

I was bustin' my gat

Before the vocal groups

I spoke with the truth

Why do cats wanna muffle my speech?

Imagine my raps

If I wasn't in touch with the street

On the block, deep

Wit my peeps touchin' the heat

I'm used to crack, now I'm slingin' raps

Huster wit beats

You **** is lame

You cats can't touch what I reach

And quiet as kept

You **** can't hush what I speech

My story's too deep

Life real, clear as the streets

See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep

You **** know me

The cat who be tearin' these streets

AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED

But my name when I appeared on these beats

It's B-Mac

Sigel was the name that they gave me

The streets that is

I'm tryin' to teach that, kids

Cause some **** don't know that they be clowns

Ay yo, the sun don't go down

WE GO ROUND

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

That's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers

And that's who ya'll know

We get low, get dough

Flip gold for sho'

We them gangstas

And that's who we be

We got cheese

Pop three for R-O-C, ****