Hustle Hard Lyrics - E-40

[E-40] 

Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with yo-yo 

Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho' 

I don't know who to trust, what to look fo' 

How many niggas wanna kill me? 

I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine 

If that's the homey, or the enemy 

Ol' shady-ass, no build for that 

Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga 

But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin 

And I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga 

One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt 

Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it 

Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out 

Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it 

Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it 

Nigga, you betta be real about this shit 

If you in it you in it don't be no punk 

Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggas don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK 

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[T-Pup] 

Two brothers goin sack for sack 

In the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle 

Strippin the fuck up out of some willow 

Poppin ecstasy like Skittles 

It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones 

Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one 

Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it 

What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess 

Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus 

Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us 

Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious 

No mercy on haters or no bitches 

Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances 

So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances 

Chorus: various singers together 

Photos 

Takin all these CHANCES 

You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES 

Penitentiary CHANCES 

You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES 

Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X) 

I said the world is full of crack babies 

I remember when the world went crazy 

Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that 

And rolled out like it didn't even fade me 

[Yukmouth] 

Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right 

It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights 

Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest 

Motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious 

Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard 

(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy 

Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid 

Come with the newest shit I come through with 

Bitch don't you hear the music? 

(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt) 

Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt 

Niggas on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt 

A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O 

Or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel 

You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto 

Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl 

[Numskull] 

Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen 

Eager to be the nigga just for cappin 

Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival 

It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals 

It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+ 

When it comes to the +Superfly+ 

Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside 

Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon 

I'm makin niggas fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+ 

(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit 

Bit the cork off the Cristal 

I'm drunk so let me chill for a while 

Chorus 

Chorus Two 

[Celly Cel] 

Aww yeah yeah now niggas know 

Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around 

My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound 

To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks 

Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggas 

And killin 'em off with sex 

Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances 

Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers 

On your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggas 

Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggas 

I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters 

(??) take a long time business to get paid 

To get rid of you cheater 

Chatter police-ass niggas takin chances (takin chances) 

Man you can't fuck with these circumstances 

[E-40] 

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta 

Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters 

Tryin to throw yo' weight around 

Like you gon', uhh, take over a spot 

Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays 

Be off that water and hot? 

Chorus 

Chorus Two