Hustle City Songtext
von Json feat. Boxx

Welcome to my city homie you know how it go, how it go/
They gone push it all from dodie to the blow for the doe/
And get it fast/ his whole life he been struggling/
So now he bout that cash/ think he cass how he hustling//
Back and stomach touching him and dog gotta eat and cant see/
No other way he put them paws to the streets what you think/
Aye get a job/ a job what its good fo′/
Mom work two 9 to 5's and we still in the hood though/
Money is his god he cant see it like he should though/
The hustle is the worship of the god that he push fo/
So he get a double up fifty then a bopper then/
Bopper to a quarter he dont think its nothing stopping him/
Quarter to half a half to a zip though/
All so he can sit low with splifs in a six fo
See he worship money cause he really worship things/
Thats why Christ cant be his Lord cause he wanna be the king/
Thats how it is in hustle city/


Even them youngins bout that paper paper paper chasing getting change/
Rep your hood every blocks a different gang let it bang/
Watch your back them Jack boys they will clap you/
See back in the 80′s Cali cats they brought that crack through/
Since them it's been on everybody's now a hustler/
That′s why it′s hustle city & the smokers is the customers/
But what they don't know while you pushing rock shinning in yo whip/
The whole worlds Gods block & ain′t no grinding on his strip/
& That goes for any hood any block that you run at/
He fronted us life flipped right that will come back/
And that's in Christ homie all that we need/
Worth more than any water, x, crack or weed in hustle city/

Now let me tell′em bout my little section were we repping/
You come through with that disrespecting itll be a wrapped/
Police gone come back round asking and if you happen/
To have seen what happen we suggest you shut your trap then/
This hustle city bout the green even them young boys grind mean/
Holing big weight in them skinny jeans/
Living just to get the cream to its just a dream/
But this our reality trust me homie its not a scheme/
So to get they whip game proper theyll whip cain proper/
For that all mighty dollar/
Holler partner we cant be moved and wont be budged/
Not knowing that for each and every sin we will be judged/
For every rock that sold for every rello rolled/
For every cutlass montecarlo that we ever stole/
Will cost us our soul unless we switch the goal/
Hustles city we get it in homie now you know/