Текст (слова) песни: Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Still Hustlin`

Uh, uh yeah uh
Just another one, just another one
Uh uh, check it

[Verse 1]
Never touch mine, breakin` ya hustle
Watchin` ya crumble over punk shit
Runnin` ya mouth, now you in trouble
Got ya whole click sittin` there hot
We at the spot
Feed the money counters into the block
And at the top is an old lady
Matchin` Mercedes, servin` her husband
Cause the homie`s crazy
Bought up and drunken
Straight thuggin` and trees burn
Weed clouds get distributed
Eyes turn red palms sweat
When niggas hit the shit
The AC on, CD knockin` and it`s the Gamblaz
Ghetto platinum, stuck in some shit
You know we handle em`
They still talkin` still hustlin` still musclin`
And takin` over, catchin` your queen
With no smugglin`
She told it all
Checkmate like Mac Mall
We all ball, we dogs
With no plaques on the wall
We independent on some other shit
Movin` them boxes
Cause it`s cash on delivery
The safe in the closet
We still lovin` it

[Verse 2]
I wanna get riches, flip sixes, and own a condo
Blowin` Bom though cause the niggas is some smokers
In the Gamblaz shack with craps, and scraps for poker
We stock brokers, we trained just like Wall Street
I look at all my competition this war meets
The Gamblaz, we ghetto platinum and y`all weak
Though I sit back blow off Rap City all week
Seein` garbage ass rappers that think it`s all sweet
It`s deep, better watch the Gamblaz we on creep
The first to leap, get sweeped beneath the feet
Man I treat the world to million dollar rhymes and lines
About thugs movin` dimes and carryin` loaded nines
Fatal times and crimes keep fuckin` up my mind
I`m blind and still livin` life on the line
Read the line status, hits to hits in my defense
I don`t wanna get penned to the fence and get rich
Everyboy say I`m takin` a risk to get rich
Tryin` to flip off a million dollar dissin` and shit
Splittin` sections to fractions, perhaps it`s for actions
They got me bringin` pain like the tractions, what happened

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, yo
More money to get, O`s to flip, hoes to break
Clockin` loot from state to state movin` major weight
Like cargo, breakin` em` off something hardcore
We all roll, to have big money is what we ball for
In and out of lanes countin` my cash
With a blunt on my lips and ounce of my stash
We bounce fast up the block, tuck the glock then skat
Rockin` raps won`t stop till my pockets fat
I`m out to profit in this game till my time is over
I spend my spare time hustlin` and grindin` doja
Fuck exposure just show me the cash up front
We mash punks and shoot lyrics like we blastin` pumps, what

[Verse 4]
Smoke, smoke, smoke till I can`t smoke, smoke, smoke
I fucks a ho till she can`t fuck no more
In it been gettin` it like lobster and shrimp
I don`t know why I`m a hell of a pimp
I strive with a limp, flip the gift and get swifted
On my mama, I`m a fool I get with this
I don`t admit, fuck all y`all ya crew`s small
All the funky funky girls just ball
Flip my dick in her jaw, fuck the law
Diggy Daz the shit straight breakin` the law
Tell me, tell me, tell me who`s number one
That nigga Daz, all these suckers get done

[Verse 5]
I been thugged out since day on, also pays to come
Dues been done paid, blocks been done sprayed
Ya whole click can`t fade one nigga in my crew
Paper bound is what I represent cause money I pursue
I ain`t takin` losses dog while niggas crossin` game
Live for money fuck fame and all my life I endure pain
I ain`t no lame so don`t try to play me for no jokes
Weed smoke and Hennessey got me easy to provoke
Turn to music top my folks, Vicky, Tera, Macy
I got it sowed from BK street to the A-V-E
And y`all hatin` me cause my riches steadily stackin`
I see ya whole crew standin` sold bushes out there with em`
Here we go like a phantom but I`m backboard tweezed
Me and the Fig and the Gamblaz flip to L-I-V-E
G-O-P bitch

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