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 cemet