The Hustle - Boot Camp Clik

Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle

Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle

Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle

Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle

I’m in my hood where my section ain’t great

Where some pack a nine cuz they section still eight

Late, on the rink at a high rate

Crimerate at a high rate, look at how the time escape

Day turns to night, night turns to profit

It’s money on the street, you can’t stop it

Got to get, focused like a Sony cam

And nowadays, cuz these niggas so phony, damn

I, heard enough rumors go 'round

Bout the God, like he was hard, but he ain’t doing it now

Actually, on the factual tip

It’s a struggle, to eat without using this mack and the clip

That’s why I, lean back in the back of the whip

Now tell my dog get to passing the spliff, it’s getting tragic

Boy, cuz it’s a struggle with the hustle

Don’t be scary with the hustle, make moves with the hustle, nigga what?

Don’t talk about it, be about it

(Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)

You got heat, don’t be without it

(Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)

You in the street, trying to make a dollar

(Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)

You gotta, avoid beast, trying to make a collar

(Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)

General Steele, Boot Camp’s Black Panther

Black fist, black glove, wrapped round the black snub

Get dressed, act tough, get stretched

Hot pellets leave ya melon a mess, Steele one of the best

Same time, one of the worst

Good and bad, same time, put the metal to work

I got feeling, yeah, I cry when it hurt, but I get over in time

Cuz I realize crying don’t work

My family, my wealth, with that said, I die for the camp

Signed and sealed with that Duck Down stamp, Bucktown the champ

When then Timb boot niggas perform

When you see that flag, nigga, it’s on, we unstoppable

See me?

Everyday I’m hustling hustling

Rounding up customers, look I’m herb russling

Man, I blow in and out of these towns

Miami to A, that’s how I move 'round

I was trunk popping, pound dropping

Glock cocking, while you was on the stoupe car spotting

My team lay it down like a royal flush

And you mad cuz your bitches wanna fuck with us

My razor’ll keep a jagged edge

You be walking out of heaven with a scar on your head

And S, courtesy of Smokey Bin Laden

See me everywhere, fuck boy, I ain’t hiding

I ride with a temple on deck

With some killas on set, 24 on a neck and I

Quit to being so fresh from bummy

And I never been scared to take no money, bitch