Memphis Bleek - Hustlers Lyrics
YeahSup wit these lame-ass niggas, man?Im tellin youNiggas keep runnin to this rap shitYou kna mean?Like yall built like thatYall niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethinYall niggas aint ready for this shit[memphis bleek]If a nigga know the memphI aint the type to frontIll put any gun to youWhat type you want?Supply any drug for youWhat high you want?Bag any chick for youNicer slutYeah, I push hot feesMy niggas got cheeseYou run around frontinLike you niggas got keysYou never flipped burgersYour krew, I aint heard ofMatter of fact, Ill murder yaI heard you niggas spit shitBut its indirectSay my nameAnd see where I end this techI got a lot of love for thisBut dawg, Im realWhen its beef, its beefWhen its rap, its realNuttin betweenAlot of frontin I seenI done analyzed this gameIts nuttin but schemesNew ways to sell recordsI aim for itPut it out if its hotNot, just ignore it[chorus] (repeat 2x)We them hustlersAnd thats who yall knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for shoWe them gangstasThats who we beWe got cheesePop three for r-o-c[memphis bleek]Yo, yoThis is my ghettoI eat, sleep, breathe hereTo tell the truth, dawgNone of us gon leave hereWe die young, go to jail for murder 1On a come-up, niggaAnd thats where Im fromI done learned from that puff and that lopez shitI aint runnin in no club on some loco shitImma catch you when you sitPut 4 in yo whipCatch your girl in the clubPut nut in your *****Niggas wanna see the memph go and lose his coolGo and use his toolNigga, use the foolYou could bootleg my shitI want me a chunk, deuceIm not a chump, Ill leave you slumped in the trunkWhat part of that you dont understand?Or aint hear?Misinterpurate?Dawg, I put work inI got a name, and my shit sound phenomenolStill keep them thangsNext to the abdomenol[chorus] (repeat 2x)We them hustlersAnd thats who yall knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for shoWe them gangstasThats who we beWe got cheesePop three for r-o-c[bienie sigel]Uh, uh, uhYeahBefore these rhymesI was bustin these ninesBefore these rapsI was bustin my gatBefore the vocal groupsI spoke with the truthWhy do catz wanna muffle my speech?Imagine my rapsIf I wasnt in touch with the streetOn the block, deepWit my peeps touchin the heatIm used to crack, now Im slingin rapsHuster wit beatsYou niggas is lameYou catz cant touch what I reachAnd quiet as keptYou niggas cant hush what I speechMy storys too deepLife real, clear as the streetsSee my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleepYou niggas know meThe cat who be tearin these streetsAint nothin changedBut my name when I appeared on these beatsIts bien macSigel was the name that they gave meThe streets that isIm tryin to teach that, kidsCause some niggas dont know that they be clownsAy yo, the sun dont go downWe go round[chorus]We them hustlersAnd thats who yall knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for shoWe them gangstasThats who we beWe got cheesePop three for r-o-cWe them hustlersAnd thats who yall knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for shoWe them gangstasThats who we beWe got cheesePop three for r-o-cWe them hustlersAnd thats who yall knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for shoWe them gangstasAnd thats who we beWe got cheesePop three for r-o-c, nigga
