Text: Tyrese. Other. The Hustle.

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I only did it for the hustle, Gettin money on the block
Paper G's won't stop All I know is gettin fast dough
Credit Cards and Jewels Breakin all the rules
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I used to drive cars now I got me a chauffer I used to drive a range
Now I whip that Rover 4 dot 6 be attracting the chicks Upgraded to
The supercharge, Now I'm in charge, Man I stay fresh to death like
A million bucks Reminiscing about me MCin and suits and trucks
12-30-78 be my D.O.B. A rap star was born Yeah I'm talkin bout me
I be low key, pimpin on my SK3 I'm a west coast nigga reppin 213
I've been rich for years I surpassed my peers the only nigga that's
Gettin bread from 4 different carreers It's from the hustle

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Nigga we play hard or don't play at all, Promise to make it rain in
Exchange for drawers I'm in a strip club a 12-pump minimum is
Required of you or no dough for you You keep beggin me to make
You holla Your flea bites and bullet holes give me change for a dollar
Girl I don't do tricks, tricks are for kids you're butt naked on the
Pole starin at me like you with it! Well if you with it it's a 12-pump
Pass It ain't no fun if the homies can't, you know the rest I ain't got
A G-5 by trust but I got a Mr. Belvedeer cleanin all my silverware
For the Hustle

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[Chant:]
All my niggas on the floor gettin money let me see ya put your hands up. All the independant ladies gettin money let me see ya put your hands up [x1]

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