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[Murs]

9th, it's the remix right?

So what we gon' do is

Further define the term "hustling" cause

These fools on the radio got people thinkin

you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but

You could be in traffic right now

On your way to school or, on your way from work

You could be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers

You still a motherfuckin hustler let's go

A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we made but

Say what you say we just ask to get paid

And I might get laid if the remix gets played

So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day

I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town

Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown

And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease

While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets

I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace

While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk

You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot

That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot

In the M-I-D C-I-T-Y

One verse'll melt the ice on your favorite rap guy

No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about

But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out

And I'm a

[Chorus 2X: Murs]

H-U-S-T-L-E hustler

You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker

Goal not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker

So pay me what you owe me and don't play with me homey

[E-40]

Huh, check it out

E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you late (late)

E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)

I used to quarterback weight (weight)

Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)

Tryin to outsmart the boys in blue

Never knew how much I made (made)

I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)

But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)

That's off my cocoa leaf (leaf)

Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks

The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa

A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
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Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)

Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"

(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the hood (hood)

Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good)

And I wish a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)

Fuck these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!

[Chorus]

[Chingo Bling]

Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff

America would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off

Freeways, construction keys, and nines bustin

Playboy we hustlin, end of discussion

one tamale dos tamales tres tamales 4

when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your door

This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers

We bangin on busters no justice just us

Definition of the hustle, is mind over muscle

Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell

Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really sells

If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills

Streets askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart

One good lick you get knocked out the pop charts

That's why I grind from the ground up

They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling

[Chorus]

[John Cena]

Yo Murs, this John Cena from the WWE

Fillin you in on a different struggle

The struggle that takes place in four corners y'know

And it go like this

You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke

The type of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat

They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight liquor

You fall by the wayside I ain't gon' lay wit'cha

Born to keep movin, provin 'em wrong

A straight hustler, stay true to the song

In the street they shot heat to try to settle a beef

In the squared circle, you feel the metal to teeth

plus everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?

You fall off you look around you'll be seein who fake

A true hustler, fall on his face and keep risin

So just when they counted me out, I surprised 'em

Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in

My punch card make money appear, out of oxygen

As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell

And John Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what?

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