Yeah uh mm give it to me
Mmmmm yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm no no no no
Seems like every nightright before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep methat he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn t give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can t tell you bout the next man
But I love pullin up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I d love to break yabring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
[Chorus]
And even if the sun don t shineI ll still be hustlin
Gotta get that moneymake that money
Keep it comin if it takes all nightcan t be strugglin
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin always on my mind?
Must be buggin
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don t mean nothin
I ll still be hustlin
Now I hate to be the one to tell yabut I don t mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I m still gon get minestill gon get mine
YesI still be ridin in a SC on dubs
And I won t be seen at none of the clubs
And uhall your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn t like) And that you wouldn t like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin they scrilla
Won t be no time to fuck with mineso won t be killin
I ll just sit back and reclinesmoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for nowcatch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candyso won t you come thru
[Chorus]
And even if the sun don t shineI ll still be hustlin
Gotta get that moneymake that money
Keep it comin if it takes all nightcan t be strugglin
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin always on my mind?
Must be buggin
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don t mean nothin
I ll still be hustlin
[E-40]
Sometimes I m suited up
Sometimes I m bummylookin like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
Mashin mobbin and thrashin
Woopershorns and tweeters blastin
Throbbin hoggin and doggin
Godzilla ballin
When it s money callin ? War-rankwar-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be bout your bank
Sittin fat like chupling
All about my moneyduffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my millcap my feddyget my bread
Hirries on my tailbut I m tryin for thembut they want me deaddead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock cavvy candy??
Never had to stopenemies on the blockthey knew it (they knew it)
As far as I was concerned? man I do it
Check it out
Money schemin
Chris AlberchuckChocolate PhillyGlocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustleeasy
Biatch!!!

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