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    Memphis Bleek / Lyrics

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    "Hustlers" Lyrics

    Memphis Bleek feat. Beanie Sigel

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    Yeah
    Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?
    I'm tellin' you
    Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit
    You kna' mean?
    Like y'all built like that
    Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
    Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit

    [Memphis Bleek]
    If a nigga know the Memph
    I ain't the type to front
    I'll put any gun to you
    What type you want?
    Supply any drug for you
    What high you want?
    Bag any chick for you
    Nicer slut
    Yeah, I push hot fees
    My niggas got cheese
    You run around frontin'
    Like you niggas got keys
    You never flipped burgers
    Your krew, I ain't heard of
    Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
    I heard you niggas spit shit
    But it's indirect
    Say my name
    And see where I end this tech
    I got a lot of love for this
    But dawg, I'm real
    When it's beef, it's beef
    When it's rap, it's real
    Nuttin' between
    Alot of frontin' I seen
    I done analyzed this game
    It's nuttin' but schemes
    New ways to sell records
    I aim for it
    Put it out if it's hot
    Not, Just ignore it

    [Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
    We them hustlers
    And that's who ya'll know
    We get low, get dough
    Flip gold for sho'
    We them gangstas
    That's who we be
    We got cheese
    Pop three for R-O-C

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Yo, yo

    This is my ghetto
    I eat, sleep, breathe here
    To tell the truth, dawg
    None of us gon' leave here
    We die young, go to jail for murder 1
    On a come-up, nigga
    And that's where I'm from
    I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit
    I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit
    I'mma catch you when you sit
    Put 4 in yo whip
    Catch your girl in the club
    Put nut in your bitch
    Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
    Go and use his tool
    Nigga, use the fool
    You could bootleg my shit
    I want me a chunk, deuce
    I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
    What part of that you don't understand?
    Or ain't hear?
    Misinterpurate?
    Dawg, I put WORK in
    I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenol
    Still keep them thangs
    Next to the abdomenol

    [Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
    We them hustlers
    And that's who ya'll know
    We get low, get dough
    Flip gold for sho'
    We them gangstas
    That's who we be
    We got cheese
    Pop three for R-O-C

    [Bienie Sigel]
    Uh, uh, uh
    Yeah

    Before these rhymes
    I was bustin' these nines
    Before these raps
    I was bustin' my gat
    Before the vocal groups
    I spoke with the truth
    Why do catz wanna muffle my speech?
    Imagine my raps
    If I wasn't in touch with the street
    On the block, deep
    Wit my peeps touchin' the heat
    I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps
    Huster wit beats
    You niggas is lame
    You catz can't touch what I reach
    And quiet as kept
    You niggas can't hush what I speech
    My story's too deep
    Life real, clear as the streets
    See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
    You niggas know me
    The cat who be tearin' these streets
    AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED
    But my name when I appeared on these beats
    It's Bien Mac
    Sigel was the name that they gave me
    The streets that is
    I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
    Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns
    Ay yo, the sun don't go down
    WE GO ROUND

    [Chorus]
    We them hustlers
    And that's who ya'll know
    We get low, get dough
    Flip gold for sho'
    We them gangstas
    That's who we be
    We got cheese
    Pop three for R-O-C

    We them hustlers
    And that's who ya'll know
    We get low, get dough
    Flip gold for sho'
    We them gangstas
    That's who we be
    We got cheese
    Pop three for R-O-C

    We them hustlers
    And that's who ya'll know
    We get low, get dough
    Flip gold for sho'
    We them gangstas
    And that's who we be
    We got cheese
    Pop three for R-O-C, nigga
    This song was submitted on December 24th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Dwight Grant, Erickson Bryan, Jose Batiz, Malik Cox, Malik Deshawn Cox, Omar Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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