Hustlers Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Yeah 

Sup wit' these lame ass niggas, man? 

I'm tellin' you 

Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit, you kna' mean? 

Like y'all built like that 

Y'all niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin' 

Y'all niggas ain't ready for this shit 

If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front 

I'll put any gun to you what type you want? 

Supply any drug for you what high you want? 

Bag any chick for you nicer slut 

Yeah, I push hot fees my niggas got cheese 

You run around frontin' like you niggas got keys 

You never flipped burgers your krew, I ain't heard of 

Matter of fact, I'll murder ya 

I heard you niggas spit shit but it's indirect 

Say my name and see where I end this tech 

I got a lot of love for this but dawg, I'm real 

When it's beef, it's beef when it's rap, it's real 

Nuttin' between a lot of frontin' I seen 

I done analyzed this game it's nuttin' but schemes 

New ways to sell records I aim for it 

Put it out if it's hot, not, just ignore it 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

Yo, yo this is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe here 

To tell the truth, dawg none of us gon' leave here 

We die young, go to jail for murder 1 

On a come-up, nigga and that's where I'm from 

I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit 

I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit 

I'ma catch you when you sit put 4 in yo whip 

Catch your girl in the club put nut in your bitch 

Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool 

Go and use his tool, nigga, use the fool 

You could bootleg my shit I want me a chunk 

Deuce I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk 

What part of that you don't understand, or ain't hear? 

Misinterpurate, dawg, I put work in 

I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol 

Still keep them thangs next to the abdomenol 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

Uh, uh, uh yeah before these rhymes 

I was bustin' these nines before these raps 

I was bustin' my gat before the vocal groups 

I spoke with the truth 

Why do catz wanna muffle my speech? 

Imagine my raps if I wasn't in touch with the street 

On the block, deep wit my peeps touchin' the heat 

I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps huster wit beats 

You niggas is lame you catz can't touch what I reach 

And quiet as kept you niggas can't hush what I speech 

My story's too deep life real, clear as the streets 

See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep 

You niggas know me the cat who be tearin' these streets 

Ain't nothin' changed but my name when I appeared on these beats 

It's Bien Mac 

Sigel was the name that they gave me 

The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids 

'Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns 

Ay yo, the sun don't go down we go 'round 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C 

We them hustlers and that's who y'all know 

We get low, get dough flip gold for sho' 

We them gangstas that's who we be 

We got cheese pop three for R O C