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Lil' Keke

Hustla

 

Hustla

(album: Heart Of A Hustla - 2012)


[Talking]
Gangstas and grinders, hoodlums and hustlers
By any means necessary, to come from the bottom
To turn nothing into something, to travel the storm
And perservere through anything, I am a hustler
My brother's keeper, Young Don nigga ok
I am a hustler, yes, Don Ke 7-13 hey yeah

Heart of a hustler bout his paper, yeah he bread winning
I am a fighter not a lover, keep they head spinning
Yeah pretty cars, big stallion
I got my shooter in the corner, call him Ray Allen
They smoking Reggie Miller, you know that shit I serve
We high as Blake Griffin, cooking up Larry Bird's
They say the city mine, I see the lights flashing
Wrecking niggaz checking niggaz, while the checks cashing
I'm so tired of roaches, I can't stand leeches
Catch me sipping pomegranates, I'm on Hawaiian beaches
7-13, we rolling like the mob
Get you some bidness go to work, and do your own job
Them suckers still hating, I'm still doing me
Houston Texas legendary, Mr. Don Ke
Monster up and make it rough, I got a tougher grind
Unlock the cage for the beast, they know it's suppertime
All that capping and that talking, nigga pay your tab
I spent fifty on the Lac, before I drove the slab
The ice prices like the cocaine, and cream gravy
Welcome to Texas, where them thangs over thirty lately
Heart of a hustler bout his paper, yeah he bread winning
I am a fighter not a lover, keep they head spinning
Uh pretty cars, big stallion
I got my shooter in the corner, call him Ray Allen
Uh bob your head, say your prayers
Come up missing, nobody cares
Fuck a broke nigga, why even bother
Hustle hard, like the Lord coming back tomorrow
This for Boo-Boo, this for T-Man this for Cory Blount
This for 13, the one with 7 in the front
Niggaz talking niggaz bumping, but I still get it
Don Ke about his paper, nigga deal with it

[Talking]
That's what's up, if you a hustling nigga stand up
If you a gangsta nigga stand up
If you gon' get it by any means stand up
Do it from your heart nigga, the introduction of my life
Don Ke 7-13, heart of a hustler

done

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