Hustla
WC Feat. Juvenile Lyrics

Listen with that, pump the music that and count our Money shit, know what I’m saying, yo?
Let's listen to music while counting our money.

Everywhere I go niggers always ask me the same thang They wanna know through out the bullshit, How the fuck I maintain, you know what I tell them?
People always ask me how I've managed to survive through tough times; when they do, I tell them it's because I'm a hustler.

I told them cause I'm a hustler, they wanna know how I made it this far I told them cause I′m a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hard
I repeatedly let people know that I have become successful due to my hustling nature and that I work hard every day.

Somebody tell them I'ma go get them, cause I'm a hustler I told them cause I′m a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hard,, score
I'm known to go and get things done because I am a hustler and always determined to go hard.

Climbing up the blank range, guess who′s back main Hoov from the stores to the whack, hey
I'm back on the scene and ready to move up the ladder from the streets to the mainstream.

Don't know how to act main, now I got change Thirty thousands on a prat game wanna start your campaign
I don't even know how to behave now that I have money; I have enough money to start a political campaign.

Whipping it from the studio where they get you The good for making something out of nothing like a magician
I'm hustling in the studio, where I'm able to create something valuable out of nothing, like a magician.

Dog classified G status working hard And I bring money back my car exes and garbage jars
I'm a G, and I work hard to bring home money, even if it means using my car as a vessel for storing cash.

Get it from the baking soda to the pick up But I get it from pushing this cavy, through the speakers
I make money both by selling drugs and by using music to push the Chevy brand.

And I remember watching the game from the pictures Broke homie your teeth is now as blue Louie speakers
I remember when I had no money and had to watch from the cheap seats; now, my broken friends can upgrade to blue Louis Vuitton speakers.

I look for where the cash lay, our school′s our niggers Who cruise to interstate with the kush in the asstray, get it the fast way
I'm always on the lookout for opportunities to make money, and sometimes it means taking risks, like smuggling drugs.

Somebody ask why I live today like my last day I told them cause I'm a hustler, they wanna know how I made it this far
People often ask why I live like there's no tomorrow, and my answer is that my hustling has brought me this far.

Nino, did you know how my team come, Trying to be eco free nigger got a green thumb Yeah, I'm talking greener than a jet span Down in the bottom with them marshes and the wetlands
I've got a team of eco-friendly hustlers who are good at making things grow, and we're greener than a jet.

Keep the, don′t overload Is it movie I got money now I don′t know them whose I'm high off life ready to overdose, I live the fast life but I got a slow approach
I'm careful not to overdo things, even though I have money now; I'm always ready to live life to its fullest but take things slowly.

My driveway is like a drive in, I got relationships to move it on high tan ...is the time much quality, And I ain′t talking Twitter my nigger, now can you follow me?
My driveway is a bustling place, where I have relationships with people who can help me move things quickly and efficiently.

I can turn a stack into a hundred g's and I can turn A grammy to a hundred keys I got the streets wide open, They want me to say how I did it, that′s what I told them
I'm able to turn a small amount of money into a fortune, and I've been so successful that people want to know my secrets.

Now I can fake it, arras so bullshit but why lie? These rappers be lying but now they die I′m a cannon on the side of the dock, Stay fly when the smoke is bouncing the car
I see no reason to lie about my success, because other rappers who do tend to fall short; I'm proud of my hustling and can afford to be carefree.

When I run 95, high round about, Itching in the clock side slide turning up the cooler Turn the road in a hot, niggers counting me out, but I, See I can't die, money don′t sleep, so why should I?
When I'm driving at high speeds, I feel energized and turn up the music; although many people doubt my staying power, I know that I won't die anytime soon, as long as there's money to be made.

See this is for my niggers still thirsty, Shipping the mail, turned up, doing burgers in the jail sales Zig zag, burners in the sofa, Chip holders know how to get the apartment flipping over
This song is for those who are still thirsty for success and are willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means smuggling drugs or committing crimes.

Stuff the money in the dope for quarter chain in the Hustle my little, swag in the struggle I'ma grind till my ashes lay, motherfuckers wanna know why I act this way
I'm always on the lookout for ways to make money, and sometimes that means putting cash in drug packets; my hustle is my style, and I'll continue to grind until I die.