(with. Trigga Tha Gambler, Smoothe Da Hustler)

[Intro: Trigga Tha Gambler & Rhyme Recka talking]

[Smoothe Da Hustler]
We got gats, ?drunk and lets lounging?
We hustlers, street rock bubblers, thuggers, hallway muggers
Lone sharks, the gang members in the park
Crack head money getters until it's dark
Bums pushing shopping carts
Car jackers, pimps, the money makers
Blacks, the crackers, stop ??? stack stackers
Bundle swingers, luitenant package bringers
Bosses, the workers, the contaminated ?in triggers?
Dope slingin, weed smokers, corner standers
Big willie block demanders
Freaks, the hungry shorties that creep with heat
Scheem a bit, money dreams
Beemers that beam
Gamblers everyday hustling for that cream

[Trigga Tha Gambler]
We got extortoners let loose, precautioners
?Red tooth? drug infested ?foster cousins?
Jake The Snakes doubling crossing ya
Shell spitters that spit
Chicks that got convicted and aquitted
Credit scams that ain't legit
Always stay pissy, risking the risky to do the risky
Stripper tippers tipping till they're tipsy, cops out to get me
Suicide attempts, players and pimps
?Hours? screw us, do us that do dirt and dirt do-ers
Block bsuters that bust, attitude gritty
Stay clean cut and jiggy, Bad Boy like Puff and Biggie
The rapper dismissal, money hungry getting rich bowel movements
Shitting hits, pissing pistols

[Chorus 2X: All]
Gotta get your hustle on
Gotta make cream, gotta make moves
You know the deal ya'll, when the cash get slow
Re-up, you know, make them power moves, it's all about the hustle

[Rhyme Recka]
Peep the scheem, the American dream, hustlers theme
Cash rulers everything, so I fiend, plot and scheem
Street soldier, high roller, money folder
International street player, range rover
Mottarola, sky pager, hell raiser
Gun blaser, nickel plated burner with the lazer
The rusty razor cuts chops, little white rocks
We don't play, blowing up spots from block to block
Cock the glock, make the drop, shake the cops
Three sixty five, the Rhyme Recka don't stop

[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Everyday crooks, switching from gangstas to snitches
With hugs and kisses from mister to misses
And pants and shirts down to blouses and skirts
Wannabees to experts, cock the glock for that turf
But same ?acp? yo ?lady did you see what?
My motto is to damage the industry
But basically facing us you're crazy
Be the Nexx Level? Never that, no ifs, ands, or maybes

[Trigga Tha Gambler]
It went from premeditated to impulse, teflon through your door
Went from ex con to entreprenuer
Peep the switch up, I'm all up in your face like po nine with my stick up
Ready for the slip up, pick up, even move wrong
I spark crooks, chronics, unexplainable how I'm seeing dough like Garth Brooks
But every guy ever try stepping up a wind
Better step up to again and put to rest the talk, hustlin

[Chorus 3X]