Juvenile - Get Ya Hustle On lyrics

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[Juvenile]

That's right, it's crunch time now fellas

No time to be cryin for momma now, it's the movement

C'mon

To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs

I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all

I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary walls

Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all

Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy

Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be

Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the remedy

Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki'

Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy

Cause you gon' be a cellmate or wind up as a memory

Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin to me

My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede

[Chorus]

Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X]

We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it

Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it!

We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it

Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it!

[Juvenile]

The loamin hard sparkle like glass

Main bitch right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag

Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad

If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass

Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang

Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the eastbank

Everybody need a check from FEMA

So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina

Get money! And I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer

Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina (damn)

And nobody cares what the police thank

Everybody fuckin with ki's cause it's a street thang

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]

Wodie! You really feelin your folks

Just them crackers behind them desk-es that ain't hearin us though

We starvin! We livin like Haiti without no government

Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin it

Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass

Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass

Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to your own land

'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash

Get your mind right, nigga get your money up

You're movin a little somethin, but you ain't done enough

Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna want a cut

Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up

[Chorus - repeat 2X]