To Be A Hustler (S.A.S)

By any means thye be gettin' the dough Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know (That's what makes me a hustler) Heads to provide, case they supply Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive (2x) You get popped from my neezay Run the block liek a relay I'm tryna get drops like a DJ But in this game, you do not get no lee-way That's why I'm on the block shottin' rocks in the PJ's For lots of wealth, Glocks on belts Look in the mirror my nigga, you should watch yourself Yeah, and they gon' find ya So you need to keep it moving like the feds behind ya Who is you females serving You niggaz is bitch-made like a female servant I pity the odds, you'll really get robbed Cuz even little niggaz is killas like City of God Plenty dough, sellin' yay to the customers You already know what makes me a hustler Take it to the mean blocks where I sold them dimes Or you can get ya team rocked like a clothingline Whoa By any means thye be gettin' the dough Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know (That's what makes me a hustler) Heads to provide, case they supply Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive Yeah I got cake, but I ain't got enough to lose, ya know Oh that offend you, well fuck you too Two holes in ya face got 'em lookin' like dimples I got utencils, ain't talkin' 'bout pencils This deuce this clip bullets like jujitsu 10 clips'll hit ya on ya head like a Hindu My shit is paid for, forget a rental It's Mister Intercontinental Gold medalist, four felonist And we can be some gentlemen or get into some killa shit I'm a pimpin' nigga wit' hella hoes I just take 'em home, fuck 'em, kick 'em out, sell they clothes Bitch you better get chedda like Velveeta Sweep niggaz up wit' the pound like El Nina I'm in the park and flippin' Cuban cigars And liquor, yeah I'm a star with more bars than Snickers, nigga By any means thye be gettin' the dough Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know (That's what makes me a hustler) Heads to provide, case they supply Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive This is May Caliente, ay, that pretty gangster Reportin' live from the streets like TV anchors You see these bangers, you silly wanker I'm downtown blazin' the hazin' wit' city bankers And babes, if I was your boyfriend You'd have to hold that gun, and smuggle in my toys You niggaz ain't seein' these mobsters The re-up money's the price of my D&G boxers Crack that we sell, packs on the scale Only nigga we sayin' "Welcome back" to is Rell U.K. shottas going hard with the rep We them Eurogang London Boys go hard to detect If you see me with Dipset, armed to the neck Gal I grip Tecs that'll push ya heart through ya chest You a hustler, got a long way to go We gettin' blow like felacio And I'm a shotta By any means thye be gettin' the dough Listen up, I'm just lettin' you know (That's what makes me a hustler) Heads to provide, case they supply Bakin' dme pies, whatever it takes to survive