Текст (слова) песни: Backbone f Big Gipp, Slimm Calhoun - Believe That

 
[Hook] 2x 
Never let the money and these broads break us 
We right here `til the Lord take us 
We act a fool cuz the laws make us 
 "Baby.. You can`t stop the hustle" 
 
[Backbone] 
You walk your ass `cross my yard - get off my grass 
You wanna get to that money - get off yo` ass 
You wantsta know my name - you awsta ask 
If you wanna see me for somethin - it`s gon` cost ya cash 
I see ya pokin outcha jeans girl you actin bad 
Oooh, do that again wit`cha nasty ass 
I caught her comin out the mall, with 2 or 3 bags 
Now shawty got her at the wood shack, throwin her back 
Champagne, chicken wings, and bubblebath 
Catch me somewhere outta town signin autographs 
Still workin street corners, straight servin them blacks 
Them thirty-two fifth it for four and a half 
I prefer a Cheverolet, when it`s time to mash 
And I smoke the `dro weed, a hundred dollars a sack 
I put up the big numbers nigga, check the stats 
And I`m on the microphone with Gipp, Slimm, and Cass 
 
[Hook] 2x 
 
[Big Gipp] 
Since the trashman only run once a week 
If I miss it, I`m wait `til night and dump it up the street, 
behind the Winn-Dixie 
Quiver, never step or kept up his penny drawers 
To get an applause, appeared to have no flaws 
In the situation, no dentation, smellin good 
But I ain`t gonna feel her, touchin up would be too easy 
Sleazy, measly, lookin ugly like a person tryna sell me a dub 
Fool A, C, D, and me 
Trees ain`t my reason for sendin your ass to grave and 
Watch you say the grade is.. 
Burn like acid reflux, somebone`ll order up the Pheffer chickens 
While I order up a smoked duck (Thank You) 
Get the gas to go, at the corner sto` 
Keep my hand on the nine piece 
In case somebody wanna disturb the peace (Always keepin my eyes open) 
Uhh, cuz you, can`t, stop the hustle 
 
[Hook] 2x 
 
[Slimm Calhoun] 
Well I`m known for my shine, Southside 
Eyes on the prize, it`s Mr. Fly Guy 
Mobbin, `68 Chevy, door vault ties 
Jumped out muggin like I`m holdin twenty pies 
Rocked up, work on the block, 
We keep it, chopped up in the spot, in the pot 
Where we keep it, stocked up from the Frosty Flakes 
To the chickens in the cake 
If I drop it on the tool, it must be weight 
Went with two and a quarter, came back with eight 
Let Juke lick the plate, I re-rock the shape 
Like it hot in the kitchen nigga, oven on bake 
Got gorillas with banana clips, who love to go apes 
Southpaw, side-strapped, known to leave yellow tape 
Try and stop the hustle and crushed like grapes 
Just for the taste... Just for the taste.. 
 
[Hook] 4x 
 
Uh-uh (Uh-huh) 
 "Baby, you can`t stop the hustle" 
[Repeat until fade]
 

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