[L.O.G. talking]

Hustla, I be hustlin', I be the hustla, nigga



[L.O.G.]

I be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt

I plan it first, get with my click and, they learn they shit

Now we out on the flight hittin' motherfuckin' licks

No talkin' shit, we got some business

We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas

More ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, glock

Mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin', strong muscle heavy

Takin' over, patrol ya

They run in your shit like a Desert Storm soulja

Screamin' "Wartime, what is yours is now mine"

Now can you define, a hustla, must be me L.O.G. from the S.A.C.

The M-O-B 'til I D-I-E, now do you feel me, these niggaz that try to kill me

I'm with it, I got some caps I wanna peel G, to the chest, straight slug 'em

'Cause I don't love 'em, 'matter of fact, this a jack, so motherfuck 'em

He got some nerve, tryin to lie 'bout that quarter bird

Not knowin' that hustlin' is the skills to pay bills



[Chorus]

Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga

Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga

Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga

Hustlin' is the skills,  hustlin' is the skills



[L.O.G.]

Now get yo ass on the ground, bitch spread yo legs

Put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead

'Cause see I'm jackin' for your loot, your motherfuckin' yayo

No time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go

So say your prayers, motherfucker look me in my eyes

You 'bout to die, (gun cock, gun blast), goodbye

Me and my niggaz, we can't get no jive

Hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride

For yo merchandise, I even take yo life

And after midnight, you besta stay the fuck out of site

I'm not a player hater, I'm just a player breaker

I catch him slippin', then your broke, and then yo ass is smoked

'Cause I done told ya, I'm a soulja

lickin' motherfuckers out they boulders

Crack, let me get that out you black

You fuckin' 'round with some niggaz who like to ride and jack

For a livin', so nigga thanks for your givin'

And if you wouldn't gave, you would've slept in your grave

So you best not never slip, 'cause niggaz like me

L.O.G., is jackin' for your ?????



[Chorus]



[L.O.G.]

Kickin' in doors and slappin' hoes, dope and gold

For the love of cash flows, who knows

What you get hittin' licks nigga, I'm gettin' greedy like Uncle Scrooge

With a nina millimeter, I need a, 'nother victim to take, to break

He hesitate, to make, I can't wait, to penetrate, his chest plate

No fake, I be buckin' 'em, and when you see L.O.G., I be hustlin'

'Cause niggaz in my click, jackin' for yo shit, packin' shit thats chrome

Ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, 'bout to send you home

In a body bag, 'cause thats yo ass nigga

Ski mask way, is the ways I raise my cash these days, nigga, and I'mma get paid



[Chorus]



[L.O.G. talking]

I be the hustla, L.O.G., who I be, a motherfuckin' hustla