Hustle Game Songtext
von Mack 10

What′s up Mack?
What's up Baby D?
Yeah dog, I just wanna know about this game, you know?
What, the rap game?
Nah, nah, nigga, not the, not the rap game
The dope game, you know I′m tryna get paid

With the Pyrex bowls, the flow bakin' soda
How you get the whoop on it?
How you get the whoop on it?
Tell me how you got started, dog

You lil' bad motherfucker, check it

It started off a fantasy, I used to daydream
′Bout learnin′ how to hustle and work a triple beam
It seemed fucked up, I never understood
Why underprivileged niggas grow up in the hood
There was two choices out and they stayed the same

Sports with all-American fame or the dope game
Come around with cash and got jacked or extorted
Huh, found a nice shit and just can't afford it


Now what′s the quickest way to make a few stack?
Maybe work a weed sack and parlay the crack
It's a cold game, mayne, when you hustle on your own
Had to learn how to count each gram to a zone
And while my peers elevated, I had to do the same
So I learned how to whoop to expand my game
Now dope comin′ like leaves on the money trees, fallin'
And the word on the streets is Mack 1-0 ballin′

It's the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Motherfuck the fame, I need money to maintain
It's the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Either do this rap thang or slang crack cocaine
It′s the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Motherfuck the fame, I need money to maintain
It′s the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Either do this rap thang or slang crack cocaine

Now I'm too big for hands-on, I got a solution
It′s my B.G. homies runnin' my distribution
Didn′t take much schoolin' before they understood
That they could set up shop on every block in the hood
I love my lil′ niggas, go to them in a clutch
They don't want much, just pagers for our clients to keep in touch
Now I'm federal level, thirty years is what I′m facin′
Runnin' OT operations through the Greyhound station

Here′s a TEC and a few K's, we big money makers


And them folks got they hands full tryna take us
We goin′ out like soldiers, ready for it all
Holdin' trial in the streets and we ball until we fall

It′s the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Motherfuck the fame, I need money to maintain
It's the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Either do this rap thang or slang crack cocaine

I used to say I wouldn't stop until I checked a mill′
And had a super bad bitch with a house on the hill
But now I′m in the limelight, I came so far
Your nigga pushin' double R, sippin′ Hennessy, Ricard

Avoid all haters and po-po's that′s viced out
Look around these niggas necks, my whole crew is iced out
While your whole sack and recop money get spent
Me and my niggas hit the desert for the main event

So I hit the strip in LV with the baddest ho
Fight night at Caesar's Palace in the front row
It′s a rule, before you go see the heavy weighters

See Farooq for the Taylors and the big block Gators
Don't trip, lil' mama, if I′m standin′ right behind you
But if you turn around and glance, the glare might blind you
Joe the Jeweler, polish down my ice 'til it′s drippin'
Notice the waitress, she partial to me ′cause I'm tippin′
Now I'm back to the craps, rollin' hundred dollar yos
With enough left to look out my friends and murder my foes
It′s only three things in life you need when you′re rich
Real homies, big guns and a down-ass bitch

It's the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Motherfuck the fame, I need money to maintain
It′s the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Either do this rap thang or slang crack cocaine
It's the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Motherfuck the fame, I need money to maintain
It′s the hustle game and all I know is the hustle, mayne
Either do this rap thang or slang crack cocaine

Yeah, Mack, I, I, you know I gotta hustle to maintain
I gotta get my money so you can front a nigga a sack
You know what I'm sayin′?
Front you a sack?
You had me in two with your daddy and erry damn body
Man, Pops ain't gotta know nothin'
I don′t tell him everything, man

You told him you got some head on tour?
Hah, but on the real though, you can just front me a half a bird
He ain′t gotta know nothin'
Yeah, get your lil′ bad ass out there, nigga

What you know about a half a bird?

I'm just tryna ball, player