Skateboard P Presents: Show You How To Hustle
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(feat. Lauren)
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[Intro:]
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yo uh-huh
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yessir
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turn everything up some more
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the drums you know, the music and shit
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(holla back) i'm goin for it now
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(holla back) yessir
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(holla back) hey yo
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[Verse 1:]
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in the heart of a re-up, its sumthin like a g-up
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M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up,
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fiends creep up with their flesh lookin beat up,
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and my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup,
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he opened up his jacket, i opened up my packet,
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he pulled out his money, i'm pullin out that honey,
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he stuff it in his stem* soon as he took it from me,
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yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny,
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he lit that shit, he hit that quick,
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as if i was high i asked him where them bricks at, shit,
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he smiled as if he was payin homege,
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he said in the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
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but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
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son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas,
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i said shiiit ma nigga take another hiiit,
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we ran up in that crib with them Uzis and them Sigs,
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give up the work or we tyin up the kids,
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did i get that work? what you think, yes i did,
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i didn't, actually that wasnt true and if you aspire to hustle thats a how-to to you
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[stem-thin glass tube used for smoking crack]
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[Chorus:]
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this that shit make you wanna hustle,
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carry square guns shootin metal wit muffles,
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trunk full of cash wit a couple of duffles,
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so we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles
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We gonna show you how to hustle (holla back)
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so you can style all these sneakers (holla back)
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so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
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so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
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[Verse 2:]
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its incredible how i etch my plans out,
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to be physically subtle and financially stand out,
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you should see me stick that big S on my anso*,
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and literally call destructure so no one can touch ya,
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teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya,
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ice cream ya way on to somebodys magazine cover,
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so much money that the lid threatens eruption and the bank says you dont have to call like you're Usher,
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and i ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody,
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but i know niggas that kill and stretch work like pilates,
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nigga the crack house was literally right beside me,
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when them fiends hit that shit they kicked jus like karate,
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we named one bruce lie,
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one slim kelly who issued too much quicker than luis rank and m belly,
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yeah i escaped but theres nothing you can tell me,
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cause thought i paperchase my memories won't fail me
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[anso-type of gun belt]
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[Chorus:]
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this that shit make you wanna hustle,
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carry square guns shootin metal wit muffles,
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trunk full of cash wit a couple of duffles,
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so we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles
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We gonna show you how to hustle (holla back)
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so you can style all these sneakers (holla back)
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so you can style all these sneakers (ya follow that)
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so you can style all these sneakers (well follow dis)
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[Verse 3:]
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in the hood wake up to the hammer noise,
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sound like the work of my jerks the swagger boys,
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pull up and them eyes wide open,
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stack of toys,
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if your girl want to leave with us thats her choice,
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the feelin throbbin i got it and poppin phenomanal,
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nigga signed a million dollar cheque wit his pyjamas on,
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film it like a porno no need to re-word it,
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nigga the enzo jus came and i aint have to jerk it,
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yeah niggas you heard it the perversion of stars,
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i guess if i go in my garage it'd be a menage,
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niggas cant hate on this like summer in '84,
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when we high off potato chips,
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new cript and florida were the soul core corridors,
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yes them babies mine, fuck i need to go on my reefa,
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rewire my brain, aspire to attain,
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tell jacob light on the platinum keep the fire in the chain,
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yikes i mean ice on the motherfucker gleam,
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i guess if my ice is fire it leave you niggas stinged,
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see theres you theres me and theres between,
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if you remove the between you see i achievin you dreams
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[Chorus:]
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this that shit make you wanna hustle,
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carry square guns shootin metal wit muffles,
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trunk full of cash wit a coupl |