G's and Hustlers

Hello

Wake up in the morning make a blunt run
Smell the L.A. in the air you don't want none
It's summer time whole city on one
Line around the trap they be waitin till the dope come
Keep my eyes open head on a swivel
Now a days you gotta ride wit a loaded pistol
When you certified and you so official
Life's too short let it blow like a whistle
Call you a bitch if you act like it
Hit the shaqwood
Then I'm back writin
Break it down so its packed tightly
Then I get to spittin like a mac90
Don't get caught up in these politics
Too deep up in the game you can't call it quits
Trash bag full of p's bust em all to zips
Life like gymnastic it's all a flip
Tapped in and you heard of king
Read the hieroglyphics on the wall avoid the murder scene
I done met more rapper off of servin lean
All these notes in my pocket you would think I learned to sing
Avoidin lows every day I am gettin high nigga
All these secrets I know I'mma die wit em
You say that them your bro's you gone ride wit em
Just like the patio doe I'mma side wit em

This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The g's and the hustlers and the hustlers and the g's
This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The hustlers and the g's and them g's and the hustlers

This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The g's and the hustlers and the hustlers and the g's
This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The hustlers and the g's and them g's and the hustlers

This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
One time for the plug frontin p's cause they trust us
All that ass up in them jeans ain't doin justice
M.C. wit a hammer nigga you can't touch this
Still be gettin braided up on granny porch
Family poor so I'm working on a zanny score
Live a life style that they can't afford
And if it ain't the real they ain't a fan of yours
From a small timer to a head liner
Just made a touch down out in Carolina
Every thing I wear designer gotta drop some dollars
Yea cost me a couple thousand just to pop my collar
Lost more then you done ever made
Sit back and I pray for some better days
I go get it I don't hurt for it
So every thing I got you know I worked for it
Ride the wave yeah I'm surf boardin
Only thing that I fear is a search warrant
Block my blessing and get cursed from me
When she heard I was the best she did the worst for me
Album coming soon I just set a date
Yea I'm still hungry like I never ate
Pull up wit the shit just to set em straight
Now I'mma keep getting money and just let em hate

This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The g's and the hustlers and the hustlers and the g's
This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The hustlers and the g's and them g's and the hustlers

This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The g's and the hustlers and the hustlers and the g's
This is for the g's and this is for the hustlers
The hustlers and the g's and them g's and the hustlers

You have reached the Los Angeles police department
How may I help you

Yo yo
Omg I need some help
It's some nigga's they poppin over here
Come quick man

We suggest you go get the strap
Ahh man
Nigga
Fuck the police



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Randolph
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