C-Murder

C-Murder - Hustla's Wife lyrics

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[talking:]

Y'all bitches better get off me, y'all feel me what's up

You see me what's up, everything around here

Do you see anything, you thought wasn't there

Look what's up baby, you know I'ma ride for you



[C-Murder:]

I seen you in the projects one day, with a bad attitude

Acting all rude, I thought it was cute

See I don't like a pushover broad, I'm living foul

I need a sweet thing, that's bout getting wild now

When I finally snatched you up, my stacks was on the decline

Nigga you hit a lick, and it was our time to shine

I had you go in the club, intice this thug

And show him some love, and slip some'ing in his mug

You did that like a G, brought that nigga to me

He brought us his stash, now I fill a double bag with cash

Smash a few weeks passed, first class

I'm hitting that ass, stack mail and duck the task



[Hook:]

She's a hustler's wife, she thugging

A hustler's wife, got it going on

She's a hustler's wife, call it thug love

She's a hustler's wife, married to a hustler



[C-Murder:]

Now five bricks a day, so I guess I'm that nigga

Bought you a hair shop, all them hoes jock

Rock for rock, ounce for ounce

For and a halves, look at him I made him laugh

You my dog and I got your back, straight up dime piece

Just like me, you hate the police

When you got with me, you married a mob boo

Ain't no leaving one way, and that one way out true

It comes with the job, let's take a ride grab the pearl I brought you

This world is yours, just do what I taught you

Bulletproof on the Benz, that I gave you right

Ain't no slipping, when you living as a hustler's wife



[Hook]



[C-Murder:]

They kicked in the do', waving the fo'-fo'

It's a jack move, got me and my girl on the flo'

But they mashed up, they ain't gon merk us

Most likely they gon stick and move, in the service

Ransacked the place, put the heat in my face

I want ay'thang nigga, including the safe

Man I'm this close to making a move, raising up

And break, make a move for the tool shh

Somebody set me up, must of been one of my homes

The camera wasn't on, or the burglar alarm

Mami don't cry, it's gon be alright

This the shit that happens, as a hustler's wife



[Hook]



[talking:]

(why y'all acting like this, what you thought

You mad, cause we blowing it up

You following us, I'm down with my nigga to the end

And we gon keep, doing it big real big

We mean that don't touch me don't put your hands on me

Don't-don't touch me at all, so what's up huh)

This chick ride or die tattooed up, with my name ay'thang

Soldierette, whatever you wanna call it

A lil' gangsta bitch, she's a hustler's wife

She married to a hustler right, she's a hustler-hustler

When I'm locked up she there for me, she care for me

You heard me, she keep it real with me

She deal with me, chill with me down to blow it up

And blow with me, fire roller too whodi
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