| Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle
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| Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle
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| Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle
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| Don’t be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle
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| I’m in my hood where my section ain’t great
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| Where some pack a nine cuz they section still eight
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| Late, on the rink at a high rate
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| Crimerate at a high rate, look at how the time escape
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| Day turns to night, night turns to profit
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| It’s money on the street, you can’t stop it
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| Got to get, focused like a Sony cam
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| And nowadays, cuz these niggas so phony, damn
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| I, heard enough rumors go 'round
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| Bout the God, like he was hard, but he ain’t doing it now
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| Actually, on the factual tip
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| It’s a struggle, to eat without using this mack and the clip
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| That’s why I, lean back in the back of the whip
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| Now tell my dog get to passing the spliff, it’s getting tragic
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| Boy, cuz it’s a struggle with the hustle
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| Don’t be scary with the hustle, make moves with the hustle, nigga what?
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| (Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)
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| You got heat, don’t be without it
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| (Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)
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| You in the street, trying to make a dollar
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| (Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)
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| You gotta, avoid beast, trying to make a collar
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| (Don't be scared of the hustle, make moves with the hustle)
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| General Steele, Boot Camp’s Black Panther
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| Black fist, black glove, wrapped round the black snub
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| Get dressed, act tough, get stretched
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| Hot pellets leave ya melon a mess, Steele one of the best
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| Same time, one of the worst
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| Good and bad, same time, put the metal to work
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| I got feeling, yeah, I cry when it hurt, but I get over in time
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| Cuz I realize crying don’t work
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| My family, my wealth, with that said, I die for the camp
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| Signed and sealed with that Duck Down stamp, Bucktown the champ
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| When then Timb boot niggas perform
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| When you see that flag, nigga, it’s on, we unstoppable
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| See me? |
| Everyday I’m hustling hustling
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| Rounding up customers, look I’m herb russling
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| Man, I blow in and out of these towns
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| Miami to A, that’s how I move 'round
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| I was trunk popping, pound dropping
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| Glock cocking, while you was on the stoupe car spotting
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| My team lay it down like a royal flush
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| And you mad cuz your bitches wanna fuck with us
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| My razor’ll keep a jagged edge
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| You be walking out of heaven with a scar on your head
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| And S, courtesy of Smokey Bin Laden
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| See me everywhere, fuck boy, I ain’t hiding
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| I ride with a temple on deck
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| With some killas on set, 24 on a neck and I
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| Quit to being so fresh from bummy
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| And I never been scared to take no money, bitch |