Ant Banks F- Too $hort 2pac Mc Breed 4 Tha Hustlas Lyrics

4 Tha Hustlas Lyrics

Too $hort:

 

 If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.

 

 Chorus:

 

 This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

 This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

 This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

 This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

 Ohh, come on, come on

 

 Too $hort:

 

 I make money like a motherfucker

 It ain't no thang to me 

 $hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed

 Ain't no bust partner, that's  the thrid week

 I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me

 How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? 

 The phone and TV ended with a green smell

 I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down

 $hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now

 You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop

 I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock

 Three players in the game and it's a major 

 Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager

 Today I'm on the westcoast

 Tommorrow I'm in Texas

 Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus

 $horty drop the bass in the mix

 You know what's next beitch

 I'm sure to get rich

 

 *Chorus*

 

 2Pac:

 

 Haha

 I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw 

 Til my fuckin casuct drops

 Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops

 

 This is for the hustlaaaaas

 

 Believe me coming stapped with the gak

 When you see me 

 Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin

 Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin

 Born in these projects destined to fate

 Collecting mail on these broke bitches 

 Slanging that game

 Now shit done changed

 It ain't the the same

 I ain't lyin niggas are dyin

 Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin

 In the penatentary or in the cemetary

 Gettin high no need to worry

 Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots

 Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac

 This year bringin you the fix

 Including Ant Banks in the mix

 We're sure to get rich

 Still I ride.

 

 *Chorus*

 

 MC Breed:

 

 I'm a cold-hearted fool

 I mean a fool at heart, head strong 

 and I won't be headed home if he falls apart

 Conatact niggas like a part time

 When I ride the beat 

 Ain't no way to hide from the darkside

 Man of many mens till the very end

 and blend in and change my iden

 Just to mix up with the game

 They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name

 It's mind over matter 

 I don't mind, you don't matter

 Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter

 and we can have us a gak to gak talk

 Do it old style and do a back to back walk

 Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends 

 and we can put the bull shit to an end

 I figure if he plays around he lays around

 and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around

 Bodies are buried and found all around 

 and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true

 Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya

 So guard your girl and pickup your pistol 

 cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit

 The shit won't change as long as I'm alive

 I gotta survive and keep it tight

 

 *Chorus*