Story Behind The Song

An attempt at showing some real hustling skills...Period!

Song Description

This song was written because the word Hustler is being over used in the hip hop industry. Everybody from Rodney Dangerfield to Chris Brown is calling themselves a hustler. I am here to seperate the real from the fakes!

Lyrics

Verse #1
Im the type that's gonna get in get out and get gone before dawn/ tyeing to hustle so large nickname me Enron/ trying to hustle like an after hours spot with no people/ take the hustle global bar none there's no sequel/ hustle like the world bank and IMF/ and if not I'll have the best like my name Hugh Heff/ like the IRS wit yo chese before you get it/ me and my boys at the pad we gone split it/ trying to hustle like track stars at sounds of the shotta/ make some white folks money like a black harry potter/ trying to hustle like pregnancy test and trick bitches/ like powder for soda distracted by quick switches/ see i came from the gutter where we hope for money/ put some butter on this hustle and get that oprah money/ trying to hustle like the rent and electric due/ my low income homies feel me I bet you do...

Hook
"When you a hustla, sometimes life is so good
doing things that you'd never thought you'd see in the hood
got ya bills paid up, chilling and laid up
good turns to bad your crib gets sprayed up
that's the life of a hustla, ups and downs
when a problem arise he just shuts em down
Where the hustla's? Whose a hustla? repeat line

Verse 2
Compare my hustlin to yours is like hummers to skateboards/ saying you run the block when i'm really the landlord/ like ray lewis to the fumble I'm the meanest in the sport/ getting ass on the humble like my penis is a sport i need to write a book so that the hustling get done right/ hitting licks off the world like charging for sunlight/ gotta pay your soldiers well so they never try to cross you/ take his courage and his heart thinking he gone cross you/ my office hours are 9 to 5/ i'll hang your ass out the window until my arms get tired/ covince the world that they need me like guns and cigarettes/ putting tricks in the game you still ain't figured yet/ i hustle like i own a church take the money right up out the plate and then im out chasing skirts/ trying to hustle like im late and Im out on parole/ like uncle sam did the world with the grassy knoll

Hook

Verse 3
Im trying to huslte like the bank do/ and overcharge you for your own money and then i won't even thank you/ i'll hustle like i own a gas station and turban/ or old ladies running from my suburban/ huslte liek R. Kelly in a room full of minors/ make some ugly clothes and call myself a designer/ hustle like chiropractors and judge mathis/ they wanna be the real thing but really they actors/ trying to hustle lie accountants and crooked attorneys/ ride this hustle til it's dead like it's weekend at bernies/ I win place and show when i'm running the ponies and you know i got the best deal going on sony's/ im in bed with the mob thru this act of matrimony/ i hustle stone faced never give testimony/ trying to hustle like m.c.'s hungry fro record deals like a sniper in the woods going for record kills/

Hook
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