Hustle Songtext
von YoungBloodZ feat. Killer Mike

Yeah, Youngbloodz, Killa Mike, TrackBoyz
And y′all ain't ready for this motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay we back and bumpin, Youngbloodz that′s us for sho'
From left to right we rockin and kickin down every do'
Watch out now get ′em shawty, oh that′s them Huey boys
We set it off, don't get it twisted, still out makin noise
Big pistol that′s my word, ice cold and so superb
Three hits, four shots, I'm on it, runnin you up off the curb
So bring your A-game, we bringin hella pain
You disrespect one sip I′ll pop your back like Pootie Tang
So if you're ready run it, we got that shit at will
I′m from Atlanta, steady bouncin, blowin off the thrill
Cause in the trunk it's thumpin, we goin all night long
So grab a cup cause ain't no way in hell you goin home


I′ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I′ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)

I'm a prime time hustler mayne, I tried to tell ′em
My crew consists of ex-convicts, convicted felons
Banana clips bust melons off all these snitches tellin
The business of boss ballers, the secrets of shot callers
The federale's is scopin, East St. Lou, A-Town to Oakland
Niggas is prayin and hopin they don′t get caught with dope and
Out in Cali they Crippin, in Chicago they folkin
Down South we got 36 O's, trappin in Volkeys
This is no hocus pocus, play the game like locos
Player′s Bible been written, I'm the Third Coast Moses

I'ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I′ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)


My pimpin is old school in that Chevy with big shoes
T-tops and flip-flops, Adidas and suede Pumas
Hood nigga for life dawg, they never gon′ change that
The slang go where I hang and my bitches they hood rats
And we all drank, them deuces or that 4-4-5
I will put that hot heat right between your eyes
And I keep it under the seat in the summer they sweatin me
Comin down your street with B, sittin on some Cheezler feet
Outta towner that's gold rims, lil′ shawty be servin them
Every time my Chevy stop, the rims they still spin
A-Town for life dawg, they never gon' change that
Still roll with them dope boys on the block where them J′s at

I'ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I′ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I'ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I'ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)
I′ma get mine, crime or rap (I hustle baby)
I stay down every time, no dat (I hustle baby)
From the track or the trap for a sack (I hustle baby)
Know dat (I hustle baby) know dat (Gotta hustle baby)