Listen,
 It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
 Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
 Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
 We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
 Stupid shit - we avoid it
 Dope - we exploit it
 Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
 Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
 Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
 Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
 Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
 Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
 I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
 It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
 Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
 And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
 The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight

 (Hook [Turk])
 Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
 Get our grind on in the project hallway
 Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
 Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

 We hustle hustle everyday, all day
 Get our grind on in the project hallway
 Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
 Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

 [B.G.]
 Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
 Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
 It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
 In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
 Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
 Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
 So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
 'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
 Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
 Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
 Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
 It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
 Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
 Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
 Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
 That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught

 (Hook2x [Turk])
 We hustle hustle everyday, all day
 Get our grind on in the project hallway
 Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
 Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

 [Baby]
 Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
 Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
 Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
 Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
 Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
 But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
 But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
 Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
 Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
 I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
 Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
 Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
 Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
 Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
 I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
 And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac

 (Hook [Turk])
 Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
 Get our grind on in the project hallway
 Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
 Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

 We hustle hustle everyday, all day
 Get our grind on in the project hallway
 Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
 Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

 [Mannie Fresh]
 What
 What
 What
 Remember when shit was a easy task
 Back in the days that passed
 When bitches use to cut class
 Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
 Now everything fucked up
 Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
 Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
 Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
 Some say, "Play with your nose."
 Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
 Some say, "You're fat.  Work out and get a six-pack."
 I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
 Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
 Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
 They tryin' to defeat us
 Move us out and delete us
 Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
 Put your dick in the dirt
 No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
 I refuse to be a statistic
 DNA ballistic
 With a closed casket
 'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
 Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
 You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me