(Intro)
For the hustlas, for the hustlas
For my hustlas, for my hustlas

[Pastor Troy talking]
Yeah
Aiyo, this your boy P.T. right
This for all them n***as down the road
Everybody staying down in this motherfucking game
??? real all my n***as
Much love out here for this song baby, for my hustlas

[Chorus]
For my hustlas
N***as that ride for the yey (For my hustlas)
N***as on the grind everyday (For my hustlas)
N***as that be breaking the rules (For my hustlas)
N***as wearing red and blue (For my hustlas)
N***as with money on they mind (For my hustlas)
Hit the club fresh off the grind (For my hustlas)
N***as that ride for P.T. (For my hustlas)
The D. the S. the G.B. (For my hustlas)

[Verse 1]
I started out at the bottom of the barrel homey (Yeah)
Had to deal with these fuck n***as hating on me (Yeah)
Hanging on me
We headed to the top
The big boy drop
Got me chilling on the block in Polo socks (N***a)
The sun shining of my shade frame
Look who made it out the dope game (Yeah n***a)
From nicks to dimes
From dimes to quater keys
I stacked me some cheese and went to bumping these cd's
And now you see me on your tube live and direct
See a n***a swang through the bank, I'm cashing checks
Or better yet, I be shaking that motherfucker
From the ATL to Augusta
For my hustlas
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
All my n***as cross the state (For my hustlas)
All my n***as slanging that weight (For my hustlas)
Hire your best to flip it legit (For my hustlas)
Let the crackers sell that shit (For my hustlas)
All my n***as peeping the game (For my hustlas)
N***as that want to have fame (For my hustlas)
N***as that grind to pay bills (For my hustlas)
N***as that grind to buy a meal (For my hustlas)
N***as that ain't got no degree (For my hustlas)
Still making money (For my hustlas)
N***as with fear of the Lord (For my hustlas)
N***as in the 9th Ward (For my hustlas)
N***as with ties to the streets (For my hustlas)
N***as that ride with the heat (For my hustlas)
N***as with 36 O's (For my hustlas)
Yeah n***a, the life I chose, for the hustlas

[Chorus]

N***as in dirty clothes (For my hustlas)
N***as with no love for hoes (For my hustlas)
N***as making easy cheese (For my hustlas)
N***as moving major keys (For my hustlas)
N***as riding big body cars (For my hustlas)
N***as they call trap stars (For my hustlas)
N***as that hate ??? (For my hustlas)
Got the 88 with the beat (For my hustlas)
N***as riding 30's and vogues (For my hustlas)
All my n***as down the road (For my hustlas)
All my n***as off in the fed (For my hustlas)
All my n***as busting heads (For my hustlas)
My n***as on the East side (For my hustlas)
My n***as on the West side (For my hustlas)
My n***as on the North side (For my hustlas)
South side, n***a we ride, for my hustlas
[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy talking]
Yo.....Yo.....Yo.....
Y'all know what's up
This ya boy, P.T. Cruiser
Representing for all them gangster ass hustlas
Everybody taking penetintary chances n***a
Y'all know what's up
D.S.G.B. got love for you baby
Whatever to make this shit happen
Get this motherfucker popping
Cause we ain't stopping
D.S.G.B. in this ho