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jadakiss - hustle like a muh lyrics

[intro: jadakiss]
turn the mic up a little bit..
let me get some heat generated up in this muh’f-cker
this is real hood sh-t
ok.. yap.. uh.. yea. yo

[hook: jadakiss]
yo.. i do it all but i hustle like a muh’f-kcer
get it off n-gga, hustle like a muh’f-kcer
f-ck the law n-gga, hustle like a muh’f-cker
hustle, hustle, yeah hustle like a muh’f-cker

[verse 1: jadakiss]
blue suits hate me
the narcs can’t stand me
the da hoping she catch a n-gga with the swammy
im just tryna make a few dollars to feed my family
the gears are slipping on the hoopti
i need the tranny
i’m out here, in a track suit
and some sh-ll toes
the work ain’t potent
but its strong enough to sell though
can’t even lie dawg i’d rather be on melrose
but i got a quota to make before chanel close
the connect hold me down, if i debt him then i’m a gonna
the work is half gone and the rent is around the corner
ain’t nothing like getting a n-gga when you dont wanna
that just means that i’m a be in the trap untill the morning
cause i hustle

[hook: jadakiss] x 2

[verse 2: styles p]
started with an 8-ball
ended up with kilos
for the bricks like the louisville players
rip the team off
carlo gambino with a c0ke pot
same g in common[?] of the dope block
thirty thirty off the roof, f-ggot make your throat pop
or your head pop, yall little n-ggas is funny like redd foxx
or eddie murphy or richard pryor
see the team over there, the whole cl!ck fire
until they sick and tired, of being sick and tired
i dont even talk when i deal, incase the brick is wired
gun is like me in the booth, sh-t is spittin fire
buck another sucka, hustle like a muh’f-cka

[hook: jadakiss] x 2

[verse 3: ace hood]
uh jumped up off the porch, but ya’ll was only seventeen
so inspired by them zoes, getting major cream
f-cking b-tches, twenty-sixes came from triple beams
dont recognize you in the hood, my youngest play the scene
true story, words to ma momma hommie
them k!llers show up at your christian ceremony
cold hearted, chiefing like bob marley
black ten ones, never did that ed hardy
i was out here, still a n-gga out here
hustlin like a muhf-cka with my strap in there
i was paranoid, ducking ’em color boys
they catch me slipping, might just send me to illnois
sh-t done got real i just need a meal
when you broke, ain’t nothing funny, dont know how it feel
n-ggas snitchin like them b-tches, must i keep it real
i never been no p-ssy im a die trill

[hook: jadakiss]

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