Lirik Lagu Hustlers (feat. Beanie Sigel) - Memphis Bleek
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YeahSup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man?I'm tellin' youNiggas keep runnin' to this rap shitYou kna' mean?Like y'all built like thatYa'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 MemphI ain't the type to frontI'll put any gun to youWhat type you want?Supply any drug for youWhat high you want?Bag any chick for youNicer slutYeah, I push hot feesMy niggas got cheeseYou run around frontin'Like you niggas got keysYou never flipped burgersYour krew, I ain't heard ofMatter of fact, I'll murder yaI heard you niggas spit shitBut it's indirectSay my nameAnd see where I end this techI got a lot of love for thisBut dawg, I'm realWhen it's beef, it's beefWhen it's rap, it's realNuttin' betweenAlot of frontin' I seenI done analyzed this gameIt's nuttin' but schemesNew ways to sell recordsI aim for itPut it out if it's hotNot, Just ignore it
[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
[Memphis Bleek]Yo, yo
This is my ghettoI eat, sleep, breathe hereTo tell the truth, dawgNone of us gon' leave hereWe die young, go to jail for murder 1On a come-up, niggaAnd that's where I'm fromI done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shitI ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shitI'mma catch you when you sitPut 4 in yo whipCatch your girl in the clubPut nut in your bitchNiggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his coolGo and use his toolNigga, use the foolYou could bootleg my shitI want me a chunk, deuceI'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunkWhat part of that you don't understand?Or ain't hear?Misinterpurate?Dawg, I put WORK inI got a name, and my shit sound phenomenolStill keep them thangsNext to the abdomenol
[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
[Bienie Sigel]Uh, uh, uhYeah
Before these rhymesI was bustin' these ninesBefore these rapsI was bustin' my gatBefore the vocal groupsI spoke with the truthWhy do catz wanna muffle my speech?Imagine my rapsIf I wasn't in touch with the streetOn the block, deepWit my peeps touchin' the heatI'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' rapsHuster wit beatsYou niggas is lameYou catz can't touch what I reachAnd quiet as keptYou niggas can't hush what I speechMy story's too deepLife real, clear as the streetsSee my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleepYou niggas know meThe cat who be tearin' these streetsAIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGEDBut my name when I appeared on these beatsIt's Bien MacSigel was the name that they gave meThe streets that isI'm tryin' to teach that, kidsCause some niggas don't know that they be clownsAy yo, the sun don't go downWE GO ROUND
[Chorus]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasAnd that's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C, nigga
[Memphis Bleek]If a nigga know the MemphI ain't the type to frontI'll put any gun to youWhat type you want?Supply any drug for youWhat high you want?Bag any chick for youNicer slutYeah, I push hot feesMy niggas got cheeseYou run around frontin'Like you niggas got keysYou never flipped burgersYour krew, I ain't heard ofMatter of fact, I'll murder yaI heard you niggas spit shitBut it's indirectSay my nameAnd see where I end this techI got a lot of love for thisBut dawg, I'm realWhen it's beef, it's beefWhen it's rap, it's realNuttin' betweenAlot of frontin' I seenI done analyzed this gameIt's nuttin' but schemesNew ways to sell recordsI aim for itPut it out if it's hotNot, Just ignore it
[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
[Memphis Bleek]Yo, yo
This is my ghettoI eat, sleep, breathe hereTo tell the truth, dawgNone of us gon' leave hereWe die young, go to jail for murder 1On a come-up, niggaAnd that's where I'm fromI done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shitI ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shitI'mma catch you when you sitPut 4 in yo whipCatch your girl in the clubPut nut in your bitchNiggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his coolGo and use his toolNigga, use the foolYou could bootleg my shitI want me a chunk, deuceI'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunkWhat part of that you don't understand?Or ain't hear?Misinterpurate?Dawg, I put WORK inI got a name, and my shit sound phenomenolStill keep them thangsNext to the abdomenol
[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
[Bienie Sigel]Uh, uh, uhYeah
Before these rhymesI was bustin' these ninesBefore these rapsI was bustin' my gatBefore the vocal groupsI spoke with the truthWhy do catz wanna muffle my speech?Imagine my rapsIf I wasn't in touch with the streetOn the block, deepWit my peeps touchin' the heatI'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' rapsHuster wit beatsYou niggas is lameYou catz can't touch what I reachAnd quiet as keptYou niggas can't hush what I speechMy story's too deepLife real, clear as the streetsSee my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleepYou niggas know meThe cat who be tearin' these streetsAIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGEDBut my name when I appeared on these beatsIt's Bien MacSigel was the name that they gave meThe streets that isI'm tryin' to teach that, kidsCause some niggas don't know that they be clownsAy yo, the sun don't go downWE GO ROUND
[Chorus]We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasThat's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C
We them hustlersAnd that's who ya'll knowWe get low, get doughFlip gold for sho'We them gangstasAnd that's who we beWe got cheesePop three for R-O-C, nigga
