Got Ya Hustle On lyrics

Wacko

(feat. Big Tymers)

Fa sho' n***a, off top
Believe this playboy, fa sho' n***a

[Baby]
I'm the #1 stunna, don't flinch you b*t*h
I cash in quick and go and flash my 6
Twenty inch dub n***as how you love that b*t*h?
20 ki's or hard blocks, we call them bricks
I'm a Uptown survivor, n***as stash the lick
Just bought a new Beemer, X-5 the b*t*h
Puttin dubs with a kit n***a, flash yo' sh*t
Puttin ice in my grill, f**k a classy b*t*h
I'm a Uptown thug, can't you see that sh*t?
I'm around the way hunt for quarter ki's and bricks
You can catch me at the club with a ghetto b*t*h
Or you can see me at my mansion with a nasty b*t*h
Flat screen, loud music, me and Fresh a b*t*h
Pullin out the driveway with new cars and sh*t
Palm trees feelin good n***a we love this sh*t
Watchin ducks n***a bucks, but hold up b*t*h

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
Let me get my hustle on, n***a all for Nol'
Let me make a hundred mill', n***a slow but sho'
Let me spin my new wheels in front yo' do'
Let me hit the battlefield n***a slangin snow

[Juvenile]
I wonder why n***as always be doin stupid sh*t
No sense involved at all, it's foolishness
Now if a n***a take it and somebody hit yo' stash
Is you goin to bust his ass or are you gonna let that pass?
Besides, it only was a bundle of dough
You a hustler n***a, you know how to get you some mo'
Just tighten up yo' circle and surveillance your spot
If you catch a n***a touchin somethin, he gettin got
Now carry on with whatcha doin 'fore the people get hot
Leave them hoes alone cause they the reason we gettin got
If you owe a n***a pay him they be holdin a grudge
He don't want to take a loss but he'll take it in blood
Make sure fiends don't pass, make all the cash
Big fired bags and floss on they ass
I've been through some sh*t, that make me a survivalist
I may be a lot of different things, but I'm not a b*t*h

[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
But anyway, I'm not the subject of the matter
All y'all b*t*h ass n***as I'm comin after
Cause the minute that I start slippin
Look at who is gon' be tryin to get in my position, n***as is grimin
But what they don't know, I got some killers that's behind me
I used to pull it off way back in the early 90's
If any one of y'all wanna do it we can do it
Don't hold it on your chest dog, don't be pumpin fluid

[Baby]
I'm a Uptown hunter on Washington 6th
Set the line goin down (?) a b*t*h
They got that iron Uptown and they slangin it quick
Valence is my home, I'ma rep 'til I'm gone
Valence and Magnolia, but Greyhead roam
Magnolia Projects is where I set my roam
Saratoga and (?), I call my home
Ran through the Melphamine(?), n***a I did that sh*t

[Chorus]
{*ad libs to fade*}


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