Too $hort:
 If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
 Chorus:
 This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
 This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
 This is for the hustlaaaas, come on
 This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh
 Ohh, come on, come on
 Too $hort:
 I make money like a motherfucker
 It ain't no thang to me
 $hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed
 Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week
 I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
 How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
 The phone and TV ended with a green smell
 I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
 $hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now
 You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
 I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock
 Three players in the game and it's a major
 Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager
 Today I'm on the westcoast
 Tommorrow I'm in Texas
 Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
 $horty drop the bass in the mix
 You know what's next beitch
 I'm sure to get rich
 *Chorus*
 2Pac:
 Haha
 I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw
 Til my fuckin casuct drops
 Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops
 This is for the hustlaaaaas
 Believe me coming stapped with the gak
 When you see me
 Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin
 Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin
 Born in these projects destined to fate
 Collecting mail on these broke bitches
 Slanging that game
 Now shit done changed
 It ain't the the same
 I ain't lyin niggas are dyin
 Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin
 In the penatentary or in the cemetary
 Gettin high no need to worry
 Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots
 Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
 This year bringin you the fix
 Including Ant Banks in the mix
 We're sure to get rich
 Still I ride.
 *Chorus*
 MC Breed:
 I'm a cold-hearted fool
 I mean a fool at heart, head strong
 and I won't be headed home if he falls apart
 Conatact niggas like a part time
 When I ride the beat
 Ain't no way to hide from the darkside
 Man of many mens till the very end
 and blend in and change my iden
 Just to mix up with the game
 They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
 It's mind over matter
 I don't mind, you don't matter
 Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
 and we can have us a gak to gak talk
 Do it old style and do a back to back walk
 Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
 and we can put the bull shit to an end
 I figure if he plays around he lays around
 and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around
 Bodies are buried and found all around
 and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
 Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
 So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
 cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
 The shit won't change as long as I'm alive
 I gotta survive and keep it tight
 *Chorus