(feat. Ms. Marylin)



[Intro:]

However you hustle, however you hustle

However you hustle, however you hustle

(however you make your money)

You got a 9 to 5, and a Nike on your grind now

(however you make your money)

She go to school by the day, and she stripping in the night time

(however you make your money)

You's a hustler, who be hustling on the corner

(however you make your money)

Texas Florida Georgia, Louisiana California



[E.S.G.:]

Some of these hustlers, move bricks for chips

From weed to water whip, egg soles even dip

Some of these women, be taking a chance

Leaving they kids home alone, while she go out and dance

Some of these snitches, be giving up game

Get caught with a ounce of cocaine, give the folks your whole name

And some of these killers, jack for bread

That's why most of those killers, end up dead

And some of these police, will search your ride

Be the main mo'fucker, selling dope on the side

And some of these chicks, be licking for free

And wonder why she can't afford, to provide the kids a TV

Now some of these haters, be talking down on ya

In a old Caprice, with a fake Impala sign on it

And some of these haters, hate to see you looking good

Smelling like Fujiama, never stunt brick wood come on



[Hook: Ms. Marylin]

Some of these playas, are doing they own thang

Some of these playas, are really hustling

Some of these women, are doin they own thang

Some of these women, are really struggling

Some of these playas, are doing they own thang

Some of these playas, ain't doing nothing

Some of these haters, ain't doing a damn thang

And none of y'all punks, is fly like us



[E.S.G.:]

See you work by day, then you hustle by night

However you get paid, playboy that's alright

Go to school by the day, she stripping by the night

She gotta pay the bills, so girl it's alright

Lots of women out there, who love to start mess

Some gay ass G's, always keeping up plex

But some of these playas, be pimping these hoes

Like Magic Don Juan, or my partna Rico

Some of these fiends, will beg for cash

Then run behind the building, and take em a blast

But there's a whole lot of haters, who hate our music

See they claim it ain't Hip-Hop, cause they just can't do it

Some of these gangstas, they live they life nervous

Some of these boppers, get pregnant on purpose

Some of these judges, give brothers the blues

For having a bad record, go peep the tattoos huh



[Hook]



[E.S.G.:]

Some of these kids, don't like to go to school

With three pair of pants, and only one pair of shoes

Now some people die, sell ten for eleven

Now see some gon go to hell, and some gon to heaven

Some of these playas, scream Osa-Lam-A-Lakem

Get out of jail, they eating pork chops and bacon

Some of these playas, they claim y'all dogs

But when your ass on lock, they won't accept your damn call

Some of these families, got soaked in the mud

Couldn't afford nowhere to live, no insurance during the flood

Some of these gangstas, be claiming they thug

But be the first to leave you stranded, when you squabbing at the club

Some of these chickens, be borrowing friends clothes

Got her cousin's shoes on, too small hurt the toes

To all y'all haters, disrespecting the game

This our year to kick ass, nigga fuck taking names



[Hook]



[singing]