[Juvenile]
  Listen,
  It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
  Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
  Business as usual is goin' on in the slums
  We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums
  Stupid shit - we avoid it
  Dope - we exploit it
  Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it
  Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers
  Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer
  Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter
  Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border
  Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat
  I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me
  It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week
  Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me
  And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight
  The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight
    [Hook - Turk]
  Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
  Get our grind on in the project hallway
  Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
  Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
    We hustle hustle everyday, all day
  Get our grind on in the project hallway
  Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
  Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
    [B.G.]
  Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
  Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
  It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind
  In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25
  Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'
  Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders
  So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
  'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
  Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)
  Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit
  Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
  It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water
  Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine
  Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine
  Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa
  That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught
    [Hook2x - Turk]
  We hustle hustle everyday, all day
  Get our grind on in the project hallway
  Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
  Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
    [Baby]
  Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
  Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas
  Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga
  Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga
  Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga
  But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga
  But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game
  Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
  Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things
  I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
  Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
  Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back
  Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back
  Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack
  I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black
  And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac
    [Hook - Turk]
  Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day
  Get our grind on in the project hallway
  Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
  Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
    We hustle hustle everyday, all day
  Get our grind on in the project hallway
  Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
  Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play
    [Mannie Fresh]
  What
  What
  What
  Remember when shit was a easy task
  Back in the days that passed
  When bitches use to cut class
  Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass
  Now everything fucked up
  Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks
  Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck
  Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck
  Some say, "Play with your nose."
  Some say, "Fuck them hoes."
  Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."
  I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."
  Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater
  Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters
  They tryin' to defeat us
  Move us out and delete us
  Erase us niggas from the face of the earth
  Put your dick in the dirt
  No how, no way, daddy, it won't work
  I refuse to be a statistic
  DNA ballistic
  With a closed casket
  'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side
  Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me
  You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me