Got Ya Hustle On Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

[Juvenile] 

That's right, it's crunch time now fellas 

No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement 

C'mon 

To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs 

I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all 

I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls 

Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all 

Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy 

Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be 

Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy 

Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki' 

Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy 

Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory 

Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me 

My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede 

[Chorus] 

Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X] 

We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it 

Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! 

We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it 

Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it! 

[Juvenile] 

The loamin hard sparkle like glass 

Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag 

Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad 

If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass 

Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang 

Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the eastbank 

Everybody need a check from FEMA 

So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina 

Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer 

Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn) 

And nobody cares what the police thank 

Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang 

[Chorus] 

[Juvenile] 

Wodie! You really feelin your folks 

Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though 

We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government 

Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it 

Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass 

Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass 

Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land 

'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash 

Get your mind right, nigga get your money up 

You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough 

Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut 

Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up 

[Chorus - repeat 2X]