4 Tha Hustlas

[Too $hort]

If your a real hustler your sure to get rich

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on

I make money like a motherfucker

It ain't no thang to me

$hort Dog in the house spittin game with Breed

Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week

I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me

How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?

The phone and TV ended with a green smell

I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down

$hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now

You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop

I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock

Three players in the game and it's a major

Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager

Today I'm on the West Coast

Tommorrow I'm in Texas

Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus

$Horty drop the bass in the mix

You know what's next bitch

I'm sure to get rich

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on

[2Pac]

Haha

I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw

Til my fuckin casket drops

Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops

This is for the hustlaaaaas

Believe me coming stapped with the gat

When you see me

Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin

Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin

Born in these projects destined to fate

Collecting mail on these broke bitches

Slanging that game

Now shit done changed

It ain't the the same

I ain't lyin niggas are dyin

Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin

In the penatentary or in the cemetary

Gettin high no need to worry

Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots

Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac

This year bringin you the fix

Including Ant Banks in the mix

We're sure to get rich

Still I ride

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on

[MC Breed]

I'm a cold-hearted fool

I mean a fool at heart, head strong

And I won't be headed home if he falls apart

Conatact niggas like a part time

When I ride the beat

Ain't no way to hide from the darkside

Man of many mens till the very end

And blend in and change my iden

Just to mix up with the game

They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name

It's mind over matter

I don't mind, you don't matter

Pull a Glock and watch the whole block scatter

And we can have us a gat to gat talk

Do it old style and do a back to back walk

Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends

And we can put the bull shit to an end

I figure if he plays around he lays around

And he's a motherfucker goner, call a corner when I'm around

Bodies are buried and found all around

And parish and charish and thoughts just to be true

Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya

So guard your girl and pickup your pistol

Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit

The shit won't change as long as I'm alive

I gotta survive and keep it tight

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on