Ghostface Killah - Hustle Hard lyrics
rate me(feat. Trife Da God)<br />
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A nigga like me, man, I love the game, I love the hustle, man<br />
I be feeling like one of them ball playing niggaz, you know?<br />
A Bird, a Magic, or something, yeah, you know a nigga got dough<br />
A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave.<br />
The fans still gonna love me, man?<br />
I get love out here, I done sold coke on these streets, man<br />
Hash, weed, heroin, as long as niggaz is feeling it<br />
A nigga like me can hustle it, that's my gift in life, eh<br />
You know? Funny man, you a hustling muthafucker, man<br />
(Uh, I heard it was rocking out here, where the dough at, man?)<br />
{You know how what it is}<br />
(These niggaz out here, yeah, they got the move straight up)<br />
{Aiyo, next fiend that come thru, I'm tackling them, I don't give a fuck}<br />
(What the fuck you looking at man?) {I need like five sales in a row, man<br />
Y'all niggaz fall back} (What the hell my niggaz at, man, straight up and down man<br />
We ain't playing out here) {I'm out here, right now, man<br />
Everything is me, when I'm out here, man} (Take a break or get broke)<br />
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[Chorus 4X: 50 Cent sample "Places to Go"]<br />
Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack<br />
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back!<br />
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[Trife Da God]<br />
We hustle hard in the city of Gods, with dedicated dealers<br />
Take this shit for a serious job<br />
Thugs with hideous scars, bag the prettiest broads<br />
And teach 'em how to move coke, in they panties and bra's<br />
My pops stayed on the hustle, cuz the family was large<br />
No fancy cars, no shrimp scampi or caviar<br />
Just a cold plate of agony, mixed with a harsh reality<br />
Fuck a donation, we started our own charities<br />
We had to hustle, we ain't caking like Russell<br />
So if you live how we live, you can relate to the struggle<br />
Me and my niggaz running wild like some apes in the jungle<br />
Paper chasing, serving fiends, at the gate when they come through<br />
This one's for all my Newport slingers, dope heads that'll chew off fingers<br />
Just to shoot that thing up, get on ya grind<br />
'Cause while your getting yours, I'm getting mines<br />
If you need some tips on how to hustle, drop me a line<br />
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[Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs]<br />
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[Trife Da God]<br />
Hustle hard, that's the only way a nigga know how<br />
Been grinding most of my life, and I ain't gon' stop now<br />
Growing up, I remember them days, slinging that beige<br />
Pumping trays on the first of the month, niggaz was paid<br />
I learned the tricks of the trade, with the flip or the save<br />
When you bag up, wear rubber gloves and clean off the blade<br />
I used to watch my older brother carve stones at the table<br />
And my moms home, it was new to my 'view', like Star Jones<br />
In and out of buildings, lamping in halls with eight balls<br />
Way before they had the cameras installed<br />
That was 9-7, when Biggie Smalls gave us the script<br />
The Ten Crack Commandments on how to manage your bricks<br />
Shopping bags, popping tags, with the brand new in shit<br />
No more hand-me-down rags, my appearance was dipped<br />
I'm on my grind like coffee beans, I'm gon' sale<br />
Worldwide I got fiends on line like AOL<br />
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[Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs]
