This for my block niggaz

My niggaz who got the block hot

Ya understand

Check it out, look . . 



[Verse 1: Turk]

Everyday all day, I be getting my grind on

So I can live lovely and get my shine on

Early in the morning, to late at night

I be doing my thing, going on flights

Catching the night ramblers, and the early birds

Best believe they coming, all they need is the word

Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world

Especially if you got big bags of pearl

For the dope fiends

Crack for the crack fiends

Weed for the weed fiends

Coke for the coke fiends

I'm a all around hustler with every drug

And I serve everybody, don't care where you from

When it comes down to money, then I gotta get it

In order to stack hundreds, I gotta get out and get it

And make something out of nothing

Try to shake something

Got enough fetti on the strip for me to shake something



[Chorus x4: Turk]

I hustle eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours

Nigga, Nigga, you put it together



[Verse 2: Turk]

(Look, look)

I hustle 52 weeks straight

12 months, 365 days cause they got money to make

Doing bad is something I hate

That's why I take

Penitentiary chances, every single day

I gotta feed the little one

That's why I do's, what I do's

Behind a project fuckin' building

It's must I make ends meet

Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me

I been strugglin' for too long

That's why I hit the corner and get my groove on

Selling coke and heroine

Watching the words that I speak on my cell phone

From the shop to the block, nigga

Our spot be hot, and I, got it on lock, nigga

And only I got the ki'

So that means, ain't no nigga could hustle with me



[Chorus x4]



[Verse 3: Turk]

(Look, look)

All I know is how to sell drugs

How to make a quick come-up, my nigga, and get it in bluff

Been making dirty money all my life

Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife

Dropped out of school and I didn't finish

Runnin' the streets so hard, I ran down my tenni's

That's just the way that I was livin'

From sun-up to sun-down, just spinnin' and flippin'

Up and down the block, in and out the hallways

Back and forth to stashes, like a chicken with no head

I had to get paid, 'cause I like nice thangs (why)

Cause them hoes, jocks a nigga who got change

Come on man, you know how it go

Plus a nigga ain't frontin' ya shit no mo

I gotta get me, get it 'till I can't no mo

Ball 'till I fall, 'till it ain't no mo



[Chorus x4]



[Turk]

Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town

Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. If you gotta

Murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it

However nigga, get yo shit, nigga. Turk said that. Motherfuck them people

Yeah. And it's like that. I'm a motherfuckin' hustler

My nigga Ke'noe, he a motherfuckin' hustler. Laboratory nigga;

You know we some motherfuckin' hustlers, ya understand?

See what's going down, in 2003 to.. whenever. Look .