Hustlin chords by 5th Ward Boyz
Verse 1
Am
C
Dauphine
Am
Lewis told me something,
Double
O
C
The worst thing he ever did
Em
Am
was smoke a rock
C
Em
But I don't wanna fuck with
that shit now
Am
C
Cause I be higher than the cost of life,
nigga
Em
Am
That's all good, baby
Life ain't nothing but a game
C
So far I been to ghetto prison
Em
Am
Pimp player in the hustla,
trust no bustla
Straggly struggla, drug smuggla
C
Keep his shit up on the
Em
DL
Am
Cause all a nigga wanna
do is stack some mail
C
Hit a lick and bail, if I slip I fail
Em
Am
I stay mad at the world bitch,
can't you tell?
Mean muggin',
C
really don't wanna be thuggin'
Em
This world ain't got no lovin' though
Am
I ain't got none either
C
Misdemeanor crime, niggas be doin' time
Em
Am
In the county got my face
posted for the bounty
C
Fuck the world, it's trying to kill me, yeah,
it ain't scared
Em
Am
But when them motherfuckers
catch me, I'll be rolling fast
C
My eyes are bloodshot red, I smoke weed,
Em
Am
yes indeed, it keeps me going
A hookah's what I show them,
they label me a thug
C
Em
And every day I show no love up in this game
Am
I stand, spot myself, fuck the fame
Every day I'm hustling,
C
every night I'm hustling
Em
Feeling to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no loving
You gon' have to feel me,
C
either that'll kill me
Em
Am
I'm bad at the world cause I'm rude,
but I'm hustling
Everything I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Give it to these cluckers,
Am
this one ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
C
neither that'll kill me
Em
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
Am
but I'm hustlin'
I'm stackin' mail like the mailman,
C
Em
can't you see me rollin' in my dropper
Am
At the record shopper,
fuck the crooked copper
Double
C
O, motherfuckin' seven
Em
The loud street dweller,
Am
the loud street killer
Never drinkin'
Miller, wiser,
C
make me wiser when you try to approach
Em
Smokin' hella weed,
Am
guaranteed to make you choke
Down with
Red
C
Dog, driving hogs, bitch,
I thought you knew about that
Em
My crew be hella fat,
Am
fuckin' with the men, don't sex,
Super
Smoked
Dot,
C
Super
Lopedot, creepin' through your
Em
neighborhood, nigga
Am
On my ride, cause the flavor's good,
Longstreet
C
Food, don't forget it
Em
Am
Cause niggas in my hood makin' that grip,
we gots to straight em up, get with it
C
It ain't no room for no plunk,
so get your ass on
Em
I thought you knew up in my
Am
hood, we gets that blast on
C
It ain't no slippin' when you trippin'
and smokin' up on that dip
Em
And when you're movin' slow,
Am
them niggas spendin' up they money
Clip up on your ass,
C
cause it seem that you a freak
Em
But in my hood,
Am
we duck them lies and make that money and keep our hands clean
I got a warrant,
C
but they can't find me
Em
Sweatin' like a motherfucker,
Am
blowin' up the stick with the lies right behind me
C
Niggas can't catch the dick, oh,
Em
motherfuckin' shit
Am
You're about to make it in this town,
you
Every day I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Feelin' to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
C
either that or kill me
Em
Am
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin',
C
every night I'm hustlin'
Em
Listen to these cluckers,
Am
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
C
either that or kill me
Em
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
Am
but I'm hustlin'
Niggas
Runnin' about that dope house,
C
blastin'
Em
The niggas was tryin' to kill me, but I'm
Am
OZ, I had him unaskin'
Fuckin', hit they cuts for some action
C
The gang show me love
Em
and let me back in
Bought a
Am
Glock and set up shop
and started to stack it
Behind the tree I kept a
Mac -10
C
But the cocks suckin' loud when
Em
they came harassin'
Am
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
to his last end
I don't end for the spill I'm makin'
C
These so -called killers
Em
fakin' taxin'
Am
Stretched out when I pulled
his fuckin' tech out
Now back in my hood
C
it ain't shit to come up
Em
On a
Am
G -Ride fast and put a foot in
a nigga's ass
Spend every single dime
C
on 56 grams
Em
And watch the cookie man
Am
pop up and flip a gram
Shit, and watch this two
C
-street hustler straight
Em
Get his game on, the slang rising
Am
Pack a
Glock, on another buster's block
Say your drama for
C
your motherfuckin' mama
Em
I'ma push away from here to the
Am
Bahamas
And live like a hustler
C
Every night I'm hustlin',
Em
get into this club
Am
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
C
Either that or kill me, I'm
Em
mad at the world
Am
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
every day I'm hustlin'
C
Every night I'm hustlin',
Em
get into this club
Am
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
C
Even that'll kill me,
Em
I'm mad at the world
Am
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
C
Em
fool
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
C
Em
Am
You
Em
Hustlin
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