SOULJA SLIM - Hustlin' Is A Habit lyrics

rate me

(feat. Steady Mobb'n)

I be thinking bout' a whole lotta ways of getting paid

And got a lot of ways of getting mine, all the time

If you got it, then I want it, that shit don't stop

Let me get that out ya' nigga

Still we closing down shop

And taking hits at the same time, trying to maintain my ends

Fuck a benz, I'm trying to get a Land Rover

Riding down Magnolia, hit the horn at the real soldiers

Fuck the ones who wanna see me dead all over in Angola

Have 'em saying "Damn, that boy done came up, he done got famous"

And "I know you couldn't test that nigga, cause he was on that dust"

Yeah I caught a joce, but that just was my wake up call

A year and 6, back in town with a lot of rounds

They said I'm tripping, I've got a gift that God gave me

I'll be slipping, I'm crazy, I'm a hustler

[hook]

Hustlin' is a habit, we gots to get our paper

Straight mob niggas, touching 6 figures on these capers [x4]

I be an artist like Picasso, when it come to these jacks

Flood my nostrils with this powder, boy you surf to get wet

I need it all in one pop, cause boy my habit can't wait

Get tough, kiss this M-11, and quality on like a safe

See, my trigger finger's shaky, got a bad taste in my mouth

See my nose starting to run and that mean that time bout' out

You know the ghetto's trying to kill me

Thats why I'm giving it to you raw

Fuck what you heard about a nigga, and believe what you saw

Since life or death in these streets, and my seeds gotta eat

The lord gave law to the land

The strong survive by the weak

Don't play no games, cause I'm tweaking, and you know whats next

Get ass-hole Luke out on the floor, oh yeah come up out that there Rolex

Thats on the G to the H to the O-S-T

Hustlin' is a habit and there ain't no cure for me

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FUCK PEACE, its a violent society

I'm lacking the currency, but shit I need the bread so I can eat

Cops stop it, they don't purify the streets, nigga from Smack Meets

Cause I tell it how it be

Some dope fiends owe me, so they got they ass beat

Such a cold world, wicked ghetto tragedy (your telling me)

I got soldiers with forces and traits from Angola

Pelican fate, meal quick at your ?atrophy?

Tell me why it has to be, cause I'm a G

So many fake ass hoes and foes

Thats how the world goes

Billy Block owed double kilos, she load the steel-o

We on the D-low

Don't make me push it aside like Rico

We getting money in my Bubblelaud Benz

[????????] and Magnolia Slim

Boy, why these suckers try to do me

Why they mad

Cause I'm influenced by niggas who make they own movies

While you acting moody, Crooked pass me the tooly

I'm a tuck 'em farther down till they do me

They be shining like African rubies

I'ma a real hustler nigga....

[hook]