hustle Every day and night, it's hustle, only way to life is hustle Say what you want about me but you can't knock the hustle [Verse 2: Laws] Used to
Selling for selling dope, and buying dope fiend rentals Some niggaz hustle to shine, and some for a living The ones trying to shine, is the ones the laws
matchin in white Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT From all the hustle
s in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I break laws when I want
in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I break laws when I want to
the money and these broads break us We right here 'til the Lord take us We act a fool cuz the laws make us "Baby.. You can't stop the hustle" [Backbone
you if your coming at me sideways It's the rainy days, versus the endless summer The place she made, God bless my mother It's the laws they make, The laws
The Man Upstairs is our only protection. It's very necessary you remember this is temporary. [Flesh:] Times tickin' all day, let me swoop up in your neck of the woods. Everybody tend to they own hustle
' pound is near, I can't sleep without it Two words describe me, baby deep and bout it He's the hottest, no need to think Cause I'ma hustle till I can
common sense [Slim Thug:] This one for my niggaz on the grind, moving rocks on the corner Laws on watch, streets hotter than a sauna Hustlers getting
my click shine like lamps [Hook x4] [D-Red:] My piece shine bright, nigga my piece blind sights My piece strain your eyes, like when laws shine lights
us To them hustlers that love us, tell them bustaz to ill with us Cause we the last of the realest The truest niggaz left, Operating Under Thug Laws do
means the world to me? Snappin bras, menage-a-trois What means the world to me? Smokin hash, slappin ass What means the world to me? Breakin laws, racin
cheaters Twisted up, high off the reefer Lost beyond regions of logic and reason, just being We high so be not so obedient to society's laws and limitations
front of that Keep them bitches ski'd up, blowing off each other's back [Chorus] [Cappadonna:] Heavy white ice, gold ornaments, hustle and life Hustle
