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Thats the way, the real hustlers play

Thats the way, the real hustlers play

Thats the way, a real hustler plays

Thats the way, the real hustlers play



[??]

Im a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustler

That made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass busters

Straight hustling for them greens

Layed back in the Lac and the pistol lean

Some lable me a money making machine 

Because I be on the block twenty four -seven, serving fiends

Aint hard to get your flow on nigga

Aint hard to get your dope on nigga

Got my mind on bigger figure my finger wraped around the trigger

Wanna be a dead ass nigga

So you know I got to ball and stay high

Stay crunk full of (?) till I die

Flip the script on a bitch when I click in my ride

Mo money about to ride when I fly

Cause a hustler got his mind on dollar signs

They got (???) ,we aint hard to find

Partners in crime, never relieng 

I put fate in a buster, and nigga behind a grind

No dollars no sense don't make weight

Im moving hay by the way who got the eight

I been making a muther fucking million

Im out here dealing 

Now you know a baller dont play

Cause we some real ass hustlers



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[??]

Lets get this shit straight from the jump who we be

Lets get this shit straight off the top P-N-C

Is who we be

We be the same nigga that will buck you

Don't love you

Can't trust you 

So nigga muther fuck you

Be quick to buck you

Like that dope we'll duck you

Worn out woday no cousin

Im huffing and puffing still got that street sweeper busting

Bullets stay rushing

Straight out that N-O hustling 

Memphis to New Orleans

Got them niggas still struggling, this world is crazy

Got a nigga straight disgusted, fuck it

Kicking up dust in a bucket, you niggas lucky

I'll run you back to Kentucky

Talking about we country

Now watch these niggas start dumping



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[??]

Im a real ass hustler, a treal ass hustler

Never duplicated fuck you player hating busters

Thats why I hang and swang

With my click on the southside

We got plenty money plus we all got them fresh rides

Creeping through the hood in my candy painted old school

Seven deuce Cutless choped up on them gold shoes

Pulled up in the park in the pearl green drop top

Made a right, turn, hit the switches made that ass drop

Front back, side to side

Three wheel motion, on my ride

Booming ass system

Make the bitches want to get inside

And take a ride with the mo money mobsters

Sipping on Don eating steak,and lobsters



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[??]

Well I was told if you fake it break it

Well these niggas all about the cake

Moving nothing but heavy weight

In and out of state

Representing from New Orleans and niggas love weight

(?) love making the green

Its all about the cream

Rolling in suburbans with the windows heavily tinted

Seeing nothing but lights, cause the tv's in it

When we aint hot, when we catch your block

How do you love the way the twenty inch rim chops

And we keep the drop on top

These niggas is dangerous

Now why you niggas want to fuck with us

Now watch me lay you in the dust

When I let this shit clack, bust

In god I trust, you mother fuckers want to play around

Now you got to lay it down

And im going to let you know

Up on my face, do you still see a frown

Everybody better give a round, because

(real ass hustlers got to make they ends meet)

Thats why I got to stack my ends

So I can stay up on my feet

Can't let a bitch nigga kill me

Can't let a bitch nigga steal me

Got to make a bitch nigga feel me

Hit them in the back with the nine milli, milli on the realy



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[until end]