Listen to We Hustle (feat. Juvenile, B.G., B.G. The Prince of Rap & Turk) by Big Tymers featuring Juvenile, BG & Turk

We Hustle (feat. Juvenile, B.G., B.G. The Prince of Rap & Turk)

Big Tymers featuring Juvenile, BG & Turk

Hip-Hop/Rap

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Big Tymers

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Juvenile

Composer

B.G.

Composer

Turk

Composer

Mannie Fresh

Composer

Bryan Christopher Williams

Bryan Christopher Williams

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Mannie Fresh

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

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, ****, we don't want no crumbs

Stupid shit, we avoid it

Dope, we exploit it

Had our shit tight, bitches done destroyed it

Now **** gettin' out, lookin' for employers

Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer

Swear he would never tell, put it on his daughter

Sayin' he was outta town, **** crossed the border

Shoulda bust his head, but I don't need the heat

I send another **** out to handle beef for me

It's a test 'cause I've been givin' 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 **** out the project Magnolia with weight

[Verse 2]

****, we hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 3]

We hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 4]

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, some brodies

So you know that had a **** like me hustlin' harder

'Fore I knew, I was workin' four ounces and two quarters

Now the dego I'm scorin' from up and told me this

What I score he was gon' front, just bring him his shit

Now I got a quarter ki, broke it down to six and two quarters

It's cooked already, I got these **** runnin' like water

Slowly, I'm comin' up, scorin' the ounces, frontin' nines

Youngest **** on the set with that work and 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

[Verse 5]

We hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 6]

We hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 7]

Brother U my hustler and K.C. my killer

Michael Gray and Curl, y'all lay back and peep these ****

Dub, dog 'em wide open, whatever, whatever, my ****

Big Wu, grab the Glock out to shoot, my ****

Yeah, if it go down, I know you ridin', ****

But it's cool, I lost some hot boys, my ****

But I'm a fool untamed, 'bout to jump in this game

Treyvon, grab them things, we gon' get paid, man

Joe Casey, know a **** wan' buy some things

I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods

Lac, hurry up back, I know a **** 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

[Verse 8]

We hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 9]

We hustle hustle every day, all day

Get our grind on in the project hallway

**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K

Hot Boys and Big Tymers, they surely don't play

[Verse 10]

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 young **** hit that ass

Now everything fucked up

Some virgin pussy gon' cost you a hundred bucks

**** that used to be the man shit outta luck

Young **** 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 **** 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 **** from the face of the earth

Put your dick in the dirt

No how, no way, lil' daddy, it won't work

I refuse to be a statistic

DNA ballistic, with a closed casket

'Cause some young **** 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

Written by: B.G., Bryan Christopher Williams, Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, Turk

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