All Da Hustlers Lyrics

f/ The Calhouns

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To all the hustlers that be movin the sacks

To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats)

Let me hear you bust your gats

(This is for my niggas choppin it up in the traps)

[ VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun ]

Close the blinds, grab the scales and check the weight

Man, we dope like duct tape, cocaine straight

We ain't scared to ride dirty, we got product to sell

And we known to take chances, put you under the jail

See, my cousin taught cats how to run traps

And was the first to set em off with them ready sacks

So we gon' keep collectin loot from the hot spots

So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch

[ VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B. ]

Uh, Big Cuz gon' keep it real as I can

I never killed a man but tortured niggas ass so that they understand

I run up in yo house to smack your bitch

Like, "Hush up, before I bust yo ass, show me the shit"

I ain't in this muthafucka to play

I came to get the lley

So goddammit, make my day

I'm a Southeast gorilla

Up strap you bust a nigga

If not, you'se a busta nigga

Be a gangsta

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[ VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun ]

We Martell-dwellin, sellin out the backdo'

Can't let my mama know
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But in the hood, yo, it bees like that

Havin visions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz and 2 chrome gats

These niggas bust back

There's some rules on these streets that we go by

You don't get high off your own supply

When you catch that traitor look that hater dead in his eye

Kiss his ass bye-bye before you let one fly

To all the hustlers..

[ VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Briand Calhoun ]

D-boys come out and play

Who got the weed now, who got the lley?

A-ha, d-boys come out and play

Who got the work and who got the pay?

Location unknown, still in the woods with the goods

Playmaker, Mister Bill Changer, Work Slanger

Pressure Point Pusher, one on the block, one looker

A half in the cooker, two crabs and we shook em

We cap all work and snatch all skirts

You can get jaw-jabbed and jerked for your jewels

Weight on the tool, we break and take rooks to school

It's gon' be hell when the Calhouns come through

[ VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze ]

Now I'm next to the oldest cousin who showed out on Thanksgiving

And didn't like what my daddy bought me and got a whipping on Christmas

Cause I'm welfare-instated, late rent-related

We from government homes, apartment-educated

Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites or Marriot Fairfield

Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill

I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up

That if you leave with a cutta, then you wann' get cut

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