Hustle Game - Dj Kay Slay, Lil Boosie, Bun-B

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

Say!

I’m a trill ass nigga, wait let me define

I’m down for my issue with that bread on my mine

I’m built for that big boy shit like Depends

And outside of the fam, we ain’t got no friends

I got a couple priors a couple pendin

We know you ain’t a gangsta ho so stop pretendin

I checked your resume it don’t compute

If ya bought this and sold that where’s ya loot?

I know you don’t wanna compare ya hustle game with me

Your cards two years old and your chain is three

Bitch you can’t hang with me, and it’s plain as day

Your niggas ain’t got it in 'em then swing this way

Your reputation is built on bullshit

So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip

I didn’t want to but I had to do it

Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it, nigga!!!

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

Look!

I’m trill young savage I’m the youngest of the fam

Bad bitch long hair good weed in the air

Got a ounce of that kush no seeds up in there

Virgin bitch tight puss had to squeeze up in there

When a nigga hit the do' you know it G’s up in here

It got cold all the pussy niggas freeze up in here

Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here

Four G’s see we all blow trees we don’t care

Mac 10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here

Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere

Had some niggas outside waitin 'round somewhere

Headline on channel nine you got found somewhere

I’m a laugh my ass off blowin a pund somewhere

With two big flippers and some gowns and some slippers

Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers

Savage Life in stores now 'gon get it nigga

SO!!!

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

So when you see me I’m just gettin paper, paper

H-U-S-T-L-E Get yo' game up, game up

Don’t be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us

We be everywhere we street famous, famous

Look!

Some say I talk alot of shit well I was raised wrong

Coke dealers who got tired of bein broke niggas

I’m walkin outside with the four five yeah!

I can’t be scared drinkin purple to the head

Permit the scene yeah we leanin in that boot nigga

Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker

They call us country cause we thuggin in a small county

City folk they ain’t grateul for their good surroundings

I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up

It’s Boosie Bad Azz trap like and what!

Asylum signed me, now a nigga find me

On B.E.T.

with W-E-E-D

I.E.

Ninety eight, I’m an underground hard hitter

How you spit how you spit it?

God nigga

Kay Slay I’m underrated and I promise you

I’m fittin to hit the rap game and this what I’m a do

Fuck I don’t love like Rosa Parks hit the bus

Niggas in the south spittin but them niggas ain’t us (THEY AIN’T US!!!)

We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet

Grip teks, and hit niggas in they flippin neck

All I want is my respect, I ain’t 'gon say nothin else

I’m a let the case rest Boosie Bad Azz!!!