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Trife Da God Feat. Ghostface Killah - Hustle Hard

A nigga like me, man, I love the game, I love the hustle, man I be feeling like one of them ball playing niggaz, you know? A Bird, a Magic, or something, yeah, you know a nigga got dough A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave. The fans still gonna love me, man? I get love out here, I done sold coke on these streets, man Hash, weed, heroin, as long as niggaz is feeling it A nigga like me can hustle it, that's my gift in life, eh You know? Funny man, you a hustling muthafucker, man (Uh, I heard it was rocking out here, where the dough at, man?) {You know how what it is} (These niggaz out here, yeah, they got the move straight up) {Aiyo, next fiend that come thru, I'm tackling them, I don't give a fuck} (What the xxxx you looking at man?) {I need like five sales in a row, man Y'all niggaz fall back} (What the hell my niggaz at, man, straight up and down man We ain't playing out here) {I'm out here, right now, man Everything is me, when I'm out here, man} (Take a break or get broke) [Chorus 4X: 50 Cent sample "Places to Go"] Hustle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! [Trife Da God] We hustle hard in the city of Gods, with dedicated dealers Take this xxxx for a serious job Thugs with hideous scars, bag the prettiest broads And teach 'em how to move coke, in they panties and bra's My pops stayed on the hustle, cuz the family was large No fancy cars, no shrimp scampi or caviar Just a cold plate of agony, mixed with a harsh reality Fuck a donation, we started our own charities We had to hustle, we ain't caking like Russell So if you live how we live, you can relate to the struggle Me and my niggaz running wild like some apes in the jungle Paper chasing, serving fiends, at the gate when they come through This one's for all my Newport slingers, dope heads that'll chew off fingers Just to shoot that thing up, get on ya grind 'Cause while your getting yours, I'm getting mines If you need some tips on how to hustle, drop me a line [Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs] [Trife Da God] Hustle hard, that's the only way a nigga know how Been grinding most of my life, and I ain't gon' stop now Growing up, I remember them days, slinging that beige Pumping trays on the first of the month, niggaz was paid I learned the tricks of the trade, with the flip or the save When you bag up, wear rubber gloves and clean off the blade I used to watch my older brother carve stones at the table And my moms home, it was new to my 'view', like Star Jones In and out of buildings, lamping in halls with eight balls Way before they had the cameras installed That was 9-7, when Biggie Smalls gave us the script The Ten Crack Commandments on how to manage your bricks Shopping bags, popping tags, with the brand new in shit No more hand-me-down rags, my appearance was dipped I'm on my grind like coffee beans, I'm gon' sale Worldwide I got fiends on line like AOL [Chorus 4X w/ ad-libs]