S.a.s.

S.a.s. - To Be A Hustler lyrics

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S.A.S.:

By any means thye be gettin' the dough

Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know

(That's what makes me a hustler)

Heads to provide, case they supply

Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive

(Repeat)



Verse 1

Mega:

You get popped from my neezay

Run the block liek a relay

I'm tryna get drops like a DJ

But in this game, you do not get no lee-way

That's why I'm on the block shottin' rocks in the PJ's

For lots of wealth, Glocks on belts

Look in the mirror my nigga, you should watch yourself

Yeah, and they gon' find ya

So you need to keep it moving like the feds behind ya

Who is you females serving

You niggaz is bitch-made like a female servant

I pity the odds, you'll really get robbed

Cuz even little niggaz is killas like City of God

Plenty dough, sellin' yay to the customers

You already know what makes me a hustler

Take it to the mean blocks where I sold them dimes

Or you can get ya team rocked like a clothingline

Whoa



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Verse 2

Bugz:

Yeah I got cake, but I ain't got enough to lose, ya know

Oh that offend you, well fuck you too

Two holes in ya face got 'em lookin' like dimples

I got utencils, ain't talkin' 'bout pencils

This deuce this clip bullets like jujitsu

10 clips'll hit ya on ya head like a Hindu

My shit is paid for, forget a rental

It's Mister Intercontinental

Gold medalist, four felonist

And we can be some gentlemen or get into some killa shit

I'm a pimpin' nigga wit' hella hoes

I just take 'em home, fuck 'em, kick 'em out, sell they clothes

Bitch you better get chedda like Velveeta

Sweep niggaz up wit' the pound like El Nina

I'm in the park and flippin' Cuban cigars

And liquor, yeah I'm a star with more bars than Snickers, nigga



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Verse 3

Mayhem:

This is May Caliente, ay, that pretty gangster

Reportin' live from the streets like TV anchors

You see these bangers, you silly wanker

I'm downtown blazin' the hazin' wit' city bankers

And babes, if I was your boyfriend

You'd have to hold that gun, and smuggle in my toys

You niggaz ain't seein' these mobsters

The re-up money's the price of my D&G boxers

Crack that we sell, packs on the scale

Only nigga we sayin' "Welcome back" to is Rell

U.K. shottas going hard with the rep

We them Eurogang London Boys go hard to detect

If you see me with Dipset, armed to the neck

Gal I grip Tecs that'll push ya heart through ya chest

You a hustler, got a long way to go

We gettin' blow like felacio

And I'm a shotta



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