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Puddle Of Mudd - Hustler lyrics
(*talking*)
 This for my niggas, 9th Ward bound
 Cross the canal, and the CTC
 I'm still thuggin' nigga, ha-ha
 Ya heard me
 [Magic]
 Ain't nothing changed, still struggling trying to make an advance
 I got a little loot, but I'm tired of spending hundreds of grands
 I'm trying to blow a mill you feel me, never even missing
 And me and my niggas have been rude, getting fitted
 We destined to ball, we different from y'all
 Y'all like to shop, but we'd rather buy out the mall
 Gots no friends, I gots to keep the fam with me
 Has no pity gon bust bust, until empty
 Out of love nigga, I...full of blood nigga
 As somebody getting drugged nigga
 I tried changing, but I guess this shit is deep in the blood
 I guess that's why my mama calls me a thug, but still
 [Chorus]
 Take a walk through my hood
 And everything seems to be a-o.k
 See my niggas on the block still hustling
 Living life, day by day
 Don't get mad at us, just understand
 That that's the way, playas play
 Society done showed us the money
 And the cars, and made us this way
 We forever be some hustlers, don't trust us
 Because we motherfucking hustlers - 4x
 [Magic]
 Now you can call me greedy
 But I envy niggas balling harder
 Then up comes, the 9th Ward shit starter
 I'm the definition, it don't gets no clearer
 Genuine, hundred percent, thug niggaPuddle Of Mudd - Hustler - http://motolyrics.com/puddle-of-mudd/hustler-lyrics.html
 Full of fire, try me feel my flames
 And let me prove, ain't a damn thang changed
 Uh-huh, I'm thuggin' for my niggas, let it be heard
 I represent the 9th no, disrespect to the Third
 I got a obligation to show the world, how we thuggin'
 How we does it, Orleans buzzers, I'll be there for you cousin
 To smoke with you, choke with you, maybe crack a joke with you
 Cause I use to be broke with you
[Chorus]
 We hustlas, we hustlas
 Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas
 I said we hustlas, nigga we hustlas
 Uh-huh, we motherfucking hustlas
 [Magic]
 25 years of bullshit, 25 years of
 Stashing rocks, under my lip
 25 years of trying to get rich quick, trying to hit a lick
 Trying to make a dolla, out of fifteen cents
 I hustler harder than the average, kidnapping
 And jacking, happens to be my favorite
 See I did this on the regular nigga
 I move swift like the Predator, nigga
 To anialate my competitor, and to add to my decimals
 See I ran with professionals, niggas
 With big testicles, that's down for whatever
 Put my life on the line, to keep my family straight
 You niggas die when you in my way, motherfuckers
[Chorus]
 (*talking*)
 I did this here for my mo'fuckers, I ain't gon lie
 I love you niggas from the bottom of my mo'fucking heart
 9th Ward till the day I die, if a nigga can't respect that
 Tell em stay the fuck out my face, cross the canal nigga








