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Mac Dre
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Hustle
im bout to get it right bubblin all night, hustlin, man thats most of my life, f tues and thurs im out on the streets,
stoppin traffic, not worried about police, and they punk sweeps, see i got fronted the zip,
by my older cousin and when he gave it he said this, shit (wATCHCAREFULLY) be wit it slic, you dont want a case to fight,
aight i DIPPED, to the track with skRITCH, now aint this a bitch, i damn near made it happen, but somebody was jealous,
and told i was crackin, but fuck em see, cause they gotta live with workin with police.
laughin at authorities, HELD AT the station, plus a shell, to whoEVER GAVE THE SHERRIFF information, patientLY stay with his head achin
been up all night tryin to RIGHT my bacon. hustle
B Luv
and well my nigga boss on the ST strait hustlin, im networkin still L.U.V and im bustin'
AND WHO trustin? not naw nigga, hustlin in a different form tryin to get it bigger.
mouth piece so hard on a broad no labor, hustlin, never playin captain saver.
HOE you should know b luv ain't playin', like a poodle she obeyin' everything that im sayin', NUFFA that though,
a million things goin through my mind, but i handed like a soldier gettin (claped) at on the front line
takin all bullets leavin shells, my lifes a big hustle and im a show and tell, never been materialistic, everythings for sale,
beat em to the punch, like bill gates for the mail, just like a crack fried need blow got ta have it.
thats how I be green in my face haveta grab it.
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Mac Dre
Me an ma amigos, we seeing chips. Come through dipped in European whips.Beats slappin' we so mackish.
dipped in somethin so throwbackish. no practice its all on auto, oldschool dope game like Troops n Lottos
repeat the lotto, the war on dope just like a 30 odd with a scope, my niggas move more snow than skii slopes,
yall niggas is lame, dont know the ropes, i dont know your folks, fuck em they weenies.
my nigga jack sapps put holes in beans,
git it git it git it, eat it and shit it everytime i done it, they say he did it,
mac dre keep the heat up on me, and touch more bread than salomi.
Husalah
its the mother fuckin Husalah Husalah, how could you make a song about hustlin' without the Husalah man its nothin.
you're petty coat pussy im 26 kickin it, cross country sippin it, (can i get 25 on) 816'n it,
done duey fresh trail shit im livin it, MOB to my death, 123 get this grill white nigga on the dark side of life if im in ya dope dealer.
Husalah, Husalah, if i twist 6 off ima bring back nina (9) my 45 parkin lights go off, and i still got work to chill, my hustle wont slack off till'
I get my smack off, pull my stoge out on a poor bitch and jack off, i dont need sex, I need tech and 45's
the mother fuckin Husalah, Husalah, like why
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