I Hustle chords by C‐Bo
Intro 1
Am
C
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Em
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Em
Am
C
G
Dm
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Verse 1
Am
I'm talkin' 50s on the 20s,
100s on the 50s
C
Say the feds lookin' for me,
Am
tell them pussies come get me
Dm
Say my trap goin' hard, nigga that's how
Em
We push it, got killers in the trees,
and I got killers in the bushes
Am
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler,
niggas can't stop it
C
Players hatin' like a motherfucker,
but they still coppin' Northern
Dm
California boss,
heard I had money on my head
Em
I'm ATM up all night, bitch,
so come and get your bread
Am
I ain't hidin' from you lames,
and I ain't hidin' from the feds
C
DEA ran up in my spot,
Am
had to give me back my bread
Dm
I know they mad,
then the motherfucker thinkin'
it's out the game
Em
Suckers put it up out my pocket,
nine thousand and some change
Am
I ain't even bust a sweat,
see I be in them projects
C
Known for them UFOs
and them foreign objects
Dm
Still waitin' for the drop,
I ain't hit the town yet
F
I'm still up , sky fallin',
Em
I ain't comin' down yet
Am
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
G
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
F
But if you get caught in the lane,
Em
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Am
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
G
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
F
Pussy, he ain't put no friends up
Em
like he ain't gotta turn
Am
Yeah, we dippin', we swangin',
blood crippin' and bangin'
C
We don't never switch,
gotta represent what you claimin'
Dm
So niggas stay real,
fuck what them niggas thinkin'
Em
One love, one life,
Am
one marble and you stankin'
Em
Am
What's sexy is how you get it,
make your scent right where you live it
C
Niggas trappin' out they house
even though them boys gon' hit it
Dm
But money, we gotta get it,
Em
only fears bein' broke
Am
And I ain't never gon' choke,
never gon' flip
I'ma be the realest nigga in it,
C
Am
so I'm never gon' snip
C
Am
Dm
Man up, pussy nigga,
gotta ride your own shit
Em
You only get a couple fronts,
and then you buy your own brick
Am
Me, I wash my own hands,
clean up my own spot
C
The reason they kill for me,
cause I feed my own block
Dm
When them coppers hit the corner,
them fiends yellin' the D
F
When enemies by the jacket,
Em
boy, my killers don't squeak
Am
Twenty pounds of that roof,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benz's, Couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
G
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' your name
F
But if you get caught in the lane,
Em
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Am
Twenty pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benzes, couple Pimas,
they make mines, they my divas
G
Yeah, you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
F
Pussy, he ain't put no bread up
Em
like he ain't got a turn
Am
Check it, I've been around
since the brick game switched lanes
C
One spot for the bread,
the other spot to whip cane
Dm
Fully full of hollow tips,
give him hell, I make shit rain
Em
Bloody murders over this money,
Am
it's a sick game
Used to play softball, now we playin' hard
C
Finally made it to the pros,
and yeah, we started in the yard
Dm
In a city full of tattoos,
bullet wounds, and scars
Em
And all the dirt that we did
was just to prove who we are
Am
So I can't fear death,
cause dyin' is unescapable
C
The whole world could be yours
if you tried and you're capable
Am
Dm
Stuck to these streets
with this grind
C
and I'm faithful
Em
O .T. out there catchin'
pies by the face full
Am
Throwin' money on bitches
in cities where they playful
C
Floating on the cali back
of kush off some great boat
Dm
Bricks by the big rig,
choppers by the crate pool
F
Em
Truce like Bishop so my
moms actin' hateful
Am
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
G
First rule of the game
is don't put nothin' in your name
F
But if you get caught in the lane,
Em
it's a motherfuckin' shame
Am
20 pounds of that reefer,
bricks of that Nokia
C
Couple Benzes, couple Beemers,
they make mines, they my divas
G
Yeah you suckers steady goin'
thinkin' you ain't gotta learn
F
He said he ain't put no friends up
Em
Am
like he ain't got a turn
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