Thugs And Hustlers Lyrics

Thugs And Hustlers lyrics

[Intro: (Mag)] 

 Aw shit! Here we go! 

 Aw there go my niggas over there! 

 Yeah there go my thugs over there! 

 There go them bitches over there! 

 Look out for shots for my real niggas! 

 

 [Chorus:] 

 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 

 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what? 

 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 

 Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what? 

 The Henny's in me, you can't change that 

 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

 The Henny's in me, you can't change that 

 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 

 

 [Mag] 

 Now why should locs give a fuck? 

 What? Nigga my mental's stuck 

 I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up 

 Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up 

 When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk 

 Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me 

 Real ass niggas they get it done with me 

 Because they want with me 

 Ha, it's just the low life I live 

 Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died 

 My head stays busted 

 All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay 

 Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga 

 Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind 

 

 [Treach] 

 See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin 

 While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions 

 My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin 

 My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin 

 See, some motherfuckers got loot to get 

 It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit 

 So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit 

 And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six 

 Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow 

 Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos 

 So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito 

 Then Beelow rolled him through the desert 

 Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note 

 A section or a solid to sell it 

 Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits 

 Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know 

 You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah 

 

 [Chorus] 

 

 [Krayzie Bone] 

 You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud 

 Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched 

 Now they better tear this motherfucker up 

 If you one of them niggas, us 

 Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what 

 We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots 

 Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels 

 Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry 

 And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money 

 Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler 

 And you gotta have the nuts to be both 

 And I gotta roll with the raws 

 And get with the steady regardless 

 Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with 

 See we the ones that like to crash the party 

 Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there 

 Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't) 

 Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum 

 Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality 

 But I know some niggas be fakin themselves 

 That's cuz they hoes 

 And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell 

 Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real 

 So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live 

 Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers 

 Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya 

 And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers 

 Hustlers, hustlers