[talking:] 

You know, why I hustle for mine (yeah) 

Mo'fuckers, I'm still on the grind 

Ay H.$.E. niggaz, G's up yeah 



[Hook:] 

Let me get a H, yeah I hustle all the time 

Now let me get a U, understand I'm about mine 

Let me get a S-T-L-E-R 

I'm a hustling ass nigga, my money so large 



[Yung Redd:] 

The streets is wet I know, I preach this gutter flow 

A go round come back nigga, you reap what you sew 

Never took that much time, for me to know 

See I just planted my seed, and let my money grow 

Time reveal I'm real, these other niggaz hoes 

And everyday's a gamble, so let the dice roll 

Where I'm from, I been repping from unteen 

It's been my theme, my earrings high beam 

Yeah Yung Redd enough said, I bump heads 

With these niggaz, who thought that I couldn't make enough bread 

A hundred deep, I'm so strong 

Get high in the plane, wet I smoke his own grown 



[Hook] 



[Lil' Ron:] 

Grinding's a habit, I'm making this cabbage 

Block move like clockwork, if anybody asks 

Same as the glock work, do it without a mask 

Learn to take it slow, when I'm making fast cash 

Dro smoking, out of gas masks 

The best grass put some'ing in the bank, stack and don't touch that 

So for crack, just show me where them bucks at 

Pull up in that truck, trust me sluts love that 

I could show you how to make ya doubles, smooth like butter 

But remember, I been through the struggle me and my brother 

Smuggle shit through check points, with no trouble 

Get a room and a coffee mug, make them hoes bubble 



[Hook] 



[Yung Redd:] 

Fuck you, and any nigga you run with 

You can play that punk shit, till you hear that Yung nigga 

That get's the deal in the hood, we them niggaz they come get 

I'm all grind small time, licks I'm done with 

And it seem to me, y'all niggaz ain't G's to me 

Must be a dream and y'all forseen, in the streets with me 



[Lil' Ron:] 

I keep my heat with me, and send five where your chest at 

And them greentip bullets, going through that vest black 

I'm taking them green dollas, to where them checks at 

To the bank account, I put em and then I bring em out 

Fuck what you thinking bout, I ain't with that hanging out 

Lil' Ron getting paper, you wish you could make it out 



[Hook] 



[talking:] 

Yeah, I don't know what the fuck 

These niggaz, was thinking out here (Sucka Free) 

We still on the grind mayn, we ain't never left mayn 

H.$.E. mo'fuckers, yeah