Hustle Songtext
von Brooks Buford

That′s what you get
Trying to muscle me
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me
Cause I′m not afraid
I'm a player, I don't get played
Come running that game
And you might get sprayed
That′s what you get
Trying to hustle me

Yeah, I′ve been through a lot
But you don't know that
I can lose everything
And bounce right back
From the punks and the thugs
To the rats and the snakes
From the shady-ass girls
And the frauds and the fakes


Cross me and you′re gonna suffer three-fold
You'll be digging ditches
Till you′re freakin' fifty years old

I try to be cool
Try to cut you in
But you pull that crap
So you lose, I win

Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
So what does it all mean?

That′s what you get
Trying to muscle me
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me
Cause I'm not afraid
I′m a player, I don′t get played
Come running that game
And you might get sprayed
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me


Doo doo
Doo doo

And I can′t understand
Why you still wanna race
Everything you try to do
Just blow up in your face
And I wonder if you get it
You should know by now
Get out of the way
Or get run down with a plow

That's what you get
Trying to muscle me
That′s what you get
Trying to hustle me
Cause I'm not afraid
I′m a player, I don't get played
Come running that game
And you might get sprayed
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me

I know that you think you have to lie
I know that you wish that I would die
I know, but it′s not happening

Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
So what does it all mean?

So let me break it down
Spell it out for you
You′re driven by fear
I'll make it more clear
All of you murderers put me here
Like Van Gogh cut off his ear
I′m the best, do what you sheer
Pour gasoline on my brain
You're lame, thanks for the fame

That′s what you get
Trying to muscle me
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me
Cause I′m not afraid
I'm a player, I don't get played
Come running that game
And you might get sprayed
That′s what you get
Trying to hustle me

That′s what you get

No friends, no foes, no girls
No dough, no ride
That's what you get
No love, no peace, no good
No slice, no pie
Cause I′m not afraid
I'm a player, I don′t get played
Come running that game
And you might get sprayed

That's what you get
Trying to hustle me

Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo

That′s what you get
Trying to muscle me
That's what you get
Trying to hustle me