Juvenile Got Ya Hustle On Lyrics

Got Ya Hustle On Lyrics

[Juvenile]

That's right, it's crunch time now fellas

No time to be
cryin for momma now, it's the movement

C'mon



To all my
people on them corners I consider as dogs

I wish I could break a package
down and send it to y'all

I know ya feelin me behind them penitentiary
walls

Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all

Talk to
'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy

Just to get your vote,
a saint is what he pretend to be

Fuck him! Ah-listen to me, I got the
remedy

Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki'

Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy

Cause you gon' be a
cellmate or wind up as a memory

Yeah, and I could give a fuck if you kin
to me

My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede



[Chorus]

Get ya hustle on, nigga get ya hustle on [4X]

We take the
Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it

Take the Pyrex and then we
rock with it, roll with it!

We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it,
roll with it

Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it!



[Juvenile]

The loamin hard sparkle like glass

Main bitch
right behind me lookin sharp in the Jag

Security say you don't know me so
I talk to 'em bad

If a nigga want somethin I got somethin for his ass

Choppers - I'm already knowin that it's a G thang

Ever since they tried
to drown a nigga on the East bank

Everybody need a check from FEMA

So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina

Get money! And I ain't gotta
ball in the Beemer

Man I'm tryin to live, I lost it all in Katrina
(damn)

And nobody cares what the police think

Everybody fuckin with
ki's cause it's a street thang



[Chorus]



[Juvenile]

Wodie! You really feelin your folks

Just them crackers behind them
desk-es that ain't hearin us though

We starvin! We livin like Haiti
without no government

Niggaz killin niggaz and them bitches is lovin
it

Fuck Fox News! I don't listen to y'all ass

Couldn't get a nigga
off the roof when the storm pass

Talkin - y'all comfortable right now to
your own land

'Til a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin and want cash

Get your mind right, nigga get your money up

You're movin a little
somethin, but you ain't done enough

Fo' shizzle - you know the boss gonna
want a cut

Yeahhhhhh - or the boss gon' have ta fuck you up



[Chorus - repeat 2X]