W.C. - Hustla lyrics

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Hustla / W.c.* Nino's Theme; performed by Ice-T but characterized by Wesley Snipes in the 1991 'New Jack City' Movie[Intro: W.C.]Yeah, I'm feeling this one right here!Uhh.. get some of that;Pump the music up and count our money shit, you know what I'm saying?Yo, everywhere I go, niggaz always asking me the same thingThey wanna know throughout the bullshit, how the fuck I maintainYou know what I tell them?[Chorus: Juvenile]I told them cause I'm a hustler, they wanna know how I made it this farI told them cause I'm a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hardSomebody tell them, I'ma gon' get itA gorilla gotta get it, mother fuck what you knowCause I'm a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hardI'm a hustler[Verse One: W.C.]Climbing out the black Range, guess who's back manH-Double-O-D from the stove to this Rap thingDon't know how to act man, now I got changeThirty thousand on a crap game, wander to stop your campaignsWhipping it from the studio to the kitchenThe good for making something out of nothing like a magicianDub classified G status, working hardAnd I bring the money bag like Pyrexes in Garbage JarsNow some get it from the Baking Soda to the BeakerBut I get it from pushing this Cali' Cavi' through your speakersAnd I remember watching the game from the Bleachers Bro!Homie indeed as now it's blue Louie Sneakers (DAMN!)I've looked for where the cash layI've schooled by niggaz who cruise the interstate with the Kush in theAstrayGet it the fast waySomebody asks why I live today like my last day![Chorus: Juvenile][W.C.]YEAH! YEAH! COME ON!!STRAIGHT! UHH, yo, Come On![Juvenile as G-Money]Bust up in this niggaIt's Nino, let's go[Verse Two: Juvenile as Nino Brown]Nino, bitch you know how my team come?Trying to be here if any nigga got a green thumb (YES!)Yeah, I'm talking greener than a Jet StanDown in the bottom with the Marshes in a wetlandKeep the bank account and wallet on overloadIs it movie, I got money, No! I don't know them whoresI'm high off light but ready to overdoseI live the fast life, but I got a slow approachMy driveway is like a drive endI got relationship to move it on the high tenMy product is a top notch qualityAnd I ain't talking twitter my nigga, now can you follow me?I can turn a stack into a hundred GsAnd I can turn a Grammy into a hundred keysI got the streets wide open, they want me to say how I did itThat's what I told them[Chorus: Juvenile][W.C. overlapping the above Chorus]They know, go hard!Tell them, get it, yeah!Yo, Uhha[Verse Three: W.C.]Now I can fake it, and rap some bullshit, but why I lie?These rappers be lying, but not II'm a cannon on the side of the tieStay fly when the smoke, is bouncing the car when I'm eying 95High riding-by, itching to let the Glock sighsTurning up the Kool-Aid, thunder burnt in a hot friesNiggaz counting me out, but that's a lieSee I can't die, money don't sleep, so why should I?See this is for my niggaz still thirsty as hellShipping their meal, turned up, doing burgers in their jail salesZig zags and plug rollers, burners in the sofaChip holders, know how to get the grub and flip it overStuff the money and the dope for profit change by the hustleMy loved ones slain in the struggleI'ma grind til my ashes layMotherfuckers wanna know why I act this way[Chorus: Juvenile X2][Outro: W.C. overlapping the above Chorus]What's that? WHAT?UHH! Come On!Tell themYO! YO! YO! YO![Juvenile overlapping the above Chorus]That's right, everything in my lifeUHHA, yeah, somebody tell them soHoller at the dope boy