Living in the city of the Scandalous
 Shisty motherfuckers  can't even trust my own brothers
 So who can I choose to trust  me  that's who
 Niggas want a piece of the pie  fuck off and die!
 Jealous  envious fools want to rush this
 Loco  trooping ass nigga with the cash  shit
 Motherfuckers just get your own  and leave mine alone
 Forty five places to get done
 Send out your invitation
 To the party of your elimination
 I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
 Now I'm laying your ass down to sleep
 But every hustler wants to be bawling
 But I got the balls for the shot calling
 I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
 Then I hustle, and flex my muscle

 [Hustlers]
 --Yeah, man, I've been out here
 running game for eight years
 --I know I'm getting tired of standing
 on this corner
 --Nigga, I want a fat pad, and fly ass pool
 Finest motherfucking bitches, jewels
 and all that shit, if I got to take it
 from a nigga
 --Shit, let him run for me then
 --I can work for myself, don't have to
 work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler

 [B-real]
 Where can I roam to get my hustle on
 Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
 Loaded and cocked, I'm used to running with the Glock
 Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fucking block
 Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
 I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
 I think I'm gonna bust
 You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
 Criminal mentality, insanity
 I move weight, from state to state
 All the niggas moving weights, can you relate?

 [Hustlers]
 --Damn, what's up, I see you
 pushing that big time weight
 --I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
 --You coming up, aight!
 --When I seen you three or four
 months ago I told you
 --Got respect for a man now
 --Handle your shit!

 [B-Real]
 Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
 In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
 Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
 In the QP's, puffing on trees
 Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
 Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous

 [Hustlers]
 --Well, well, little man came up a little bit
 --It feels good having money in the pocket
 --Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
 --Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
 --But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
 Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
 --Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
 You know what I'm saying
 I'm just as shisty as a nigga
 --Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
 --You get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit
 --I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
 --Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
 --Let's get the fuck out of here