paroles de chanson Hu$tle - The Huge Class

Hustle

Handling business since i was in 3rd grade more than half of my life
Mental sharp as a blade
Never afraid, snitches end up in a grave
Hustling hard be my day job
Make it rain lotta water drop
Wont stop till I reach a top
Run up on me and get shot
You never get it cause you front a lot
Tried a day but you burned the spot
Your type of people get popped
It aint no game, the streets is hot
And I kid you not
Pays more when you play it smart,
I done made more than i thought
Owe my hustle everything I got
Hustle
Wrestling with the wrestlers
Boxing with the boxers
Smoking up with the rastas
Focused on the pasta
Mula gettin daily bread the mission
Get your guap up and relieve the tension
Keep a couple queens up in my section
Bomb bitches who need my attention
Wide selection but I′m picky picky
She look chill but get freaky with me
Love making by the chimney
No limit in the way I'm living
Fuck you think that I′m playing
What are you saying?
They call me Saddam Hussein
Drop bombs every time I talk
Owe my hustle everything I got
Hustle