[Intro: movie sample (Kryme Life) {Trife Da God}] 

A nigga like me, man, I love the game, I love the hustle, man 

I be feeling like one of them ball playing niggaz, you know? 

A Bird, a Magic, or something, yeah, you know a nigga got dough 

A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave. 

The fans still gonna love me, man? 

I get love out here, I done sold coke on these streets, man 

Hash, weed, heroin, as long as niggaz is feeling it 

A nigga like me can hustle it, that's my gift in life, eh 

You know? Funny man, you a hustling muthafucker, man 

(Uh, I heard it was rocking out here, where the dough at, man?) 

{You know how what it is} 

(These niggaz out here, yeah, they got the move straight up) 

{Aiyo, next fiend that come thru, I'm tackling them, I don't give a fuck} 

(What the fuck you looking at man?) {I need like five sales in a row, man 

Y'all niggaz fall back} (What the hell my niggaz at, man, straight up and down man 

We ain't playing out here) {I'm out here, right now, man 

Everything is me, when I'm out here, man} (Take a break or get broke) 



[Chorus x4: 50 Cent sample "Places to Go"] 

Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack 

Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! 



[Trife Da God] 

We hustle hard in the city of Gods, with dedicated dealers 

Take this shit for a serious job 

Thugs with hideous scars, bag the prettiest broads 

And teach 'em how to move coke, in they panties and bra's 

My pops stayed on the hustle, cuz the family was large 

No fancy cars, no shrimp scampi or caviar 

Just a cold plate of agony, mixed with a harsh reality 

Fuck a donation, we started our own charities 

We had to hustle, we ain't caking like Russell 

So if you live how we live, you can relate to the struggle 

Me and my niggaz running wild like some apes in the jungle 

Paper chasing, serving fiends, at the gate when they come through 

This one's for all my Newport slingers, dope heads that'll chew off fingers 

Just to shoot that thing up, get on ya grind 

'Cause while your getting yours, I'm getting mines 

If you need some tips on how to hustle, drop me a line 



[Chorus x4: w/ ad-libs] 



[Trife Da God] 

Hustle hard, that's the only way a nigga know how 

Been grinding most of my life, and I ain't gon' stop now 

Growing up, I remember them days, slinging that beige 

Pumping trays on the first of the month, niggaz was paid 

I learned the tricks of the trade, with the flip or the save 

When you bag up, wear rubber gloves and clean off the blade 

I used to watch my older brother carve stones at the table 

And my moms home, it was new to my 'view', like Star Jones 

In and out of buildings, lamping in halls with eight balls 

Way before they had the cameras installed 

That was 9-7, when Biggie Smalls gave us the script 

The Ten Crack Commandments on how to manage your bricks 

Shopping bags, popping tags, with the brand new in shit 

No more hand-me-down rags, my appearance was dipped 

I'm on my grind like coffee beans, I'm gon' sale 

Worldwide I got fiends on line like AOL 



[Chorus x4: w/ ad-libs]