Murs hustler lyrics

Description:Everybody out here wanna be hustlers, man Buit they dont have any idea what I used to do I used to do anything imaginable A nigga like me was scared to go to jail So I'd use my brain and just think up the most outlandish shit Shit niggas would never do, I used to get dirty Now these niggas out here just be out here queer hustling Man these niggas got it all backwards I'm gonna show 'em how I used to do it A lotta people wanna knock what we do on my block But we do what we do cause we ain't got a lot And you might get shot if your tounges not watched Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in their crotch Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotch With the top notch Bosch that can cook clean rocks See times is too hard for us to ever go soft So the doc got me on prescription strength zoloft So I can deal with the stress and I won't go off But I'm on top, won't stop 'til the microphone drop Rollin' four deep in the Cut like, what? You fall off you look around you'll be seein who fake A true hustler, fall on his face and keep risin So just when they counted me out, I surprised 'em Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in My punch card make money appear, out of oxygen As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell And John Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what? Everybody out here wanna be hustlers, man Buit they don't have any idea what I used to do I used to do anything imaginable A nigger like me was scared to go to jail So I'd use my brain and just think up the most outlandish shit Shit niggers would never do, I used to get dirty Now these niggaz out here just be out here queer hustling Man these niggaz got it all backwards I'm gonna show 'em how I used to do it A lotta people wanna knock what we do on my block But we do what we do 'cause we ain't got a lot And you might get shot if your tongues not watched Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in their crotch Fucking up the way they walk, stuck to the strip like scotch Witht he top notch? To the car with those bags, used to run that old drag For a itty bitty tip, maybe a quarter or more And when I wasn't doing that I was knocking at your door Like, "May I speak to the head of the household? Nick Carter, Patrick Douthit Lyrics powered by www. Reproduction parole interdite sans autorisation.

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