We Hustle Lyrics - I Got That Work - Big Tymers

[Juvenile] 

Listen, 

It's a fresh package I got - why not move it 

Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it 

Business as usual is goin' on in the slums 

We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums 

Stupid shit - we avoid it 

Dope - we exploit it 

Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it 

Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers 

Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer 

Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter 

Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border 

Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat 

I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me 

It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week 

Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me 

And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight 

The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight 

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(Hook [Turk]) 

Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day 

Get our grind on in the project hallway 

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K 

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play 

We hustle hustle everyday, all day 

Get our grind on in the project hallway 

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K 

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play 

[B.G.] 

Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce 

Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth 

It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind 

In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25 

Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin' 

Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders 

So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard 

'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters 

Not a taker I'm scarred from (?) 

Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit 

Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters 

It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water 

Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine 

Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine 

Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa 

That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught 

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(Hook2x [Turk]) 

We hustle hustle everyday, all day 

Get our grind on in the project hallway 

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K 

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play 

[Baby] 

Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer 

Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas 

Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga 

Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga 

Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga 

But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga 

But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game 

Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man 

Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things 

I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods 

Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack 

Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back 

Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back 

Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack 

I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black 

And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac 

(Hook [Turk]) 

Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day 

Get our grind on in the project hallway 

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K 

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play 

We hustle hustle everyday, all day 

Get our grind on in the project hallway 

Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K 

Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play 

[Mannie Fresh] 

What 

What 

What 

Remember when shit was a easy task 

Back in the days that passed 

When bitches use to cut class 

Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass 

Now everything fucked up 

Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks 

Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck 

Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck 

Some say, "Play with your nose." 

Some say, "Fuck them hoes." 

Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack." 

I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts." 

Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater 

Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters 

They tryin' to defeat us 

Move us out and delete us 

Erase us niggas from the face of the earth 

Put your dick in the dirt 

No how, no way, daddy, it won't work 

I refuse to be a statistic 

DNA ballistic 

With a closed casket 

'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side 

Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me 

You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me