Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh baby mmmmmmmm oh baby! [talk to em]    ohhh baby [its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song,    this hustle is gone]       Let me what the sun don't like, caught somewhere    between stop and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i    got to get it mellow ride me down the block around the    clock nothin nice. I roll like cherry red yellow dice just    watch it pop call it the \"kettle white\", its hot, just    the block , call it the \"ghetto wife\", Paul McCane its my    ball and chain, mi amor.       Hopefully I won't fall and hang, like pictures on the wall    or halls of fame. Its jus a boy man, look what it all    became nothin all, but look at all remains, all the flossy    things, marks from all the claws and fangs, remarks from    all of yall have changed. Bustin back all yall I trained,    apologize cuz of all of yall I blame..       [Chorus] This what    hustlaz    do. An you ain't did it to a hustlaz do. An you didn't know    it till a hustla knew. An you ain't done till a hustlaz    threw. I'm a customer too its what hustlaz do. an you ain't    seen it till you seen it from a hustla'z view. open yo eyes    its a hustlaz song. God forgive if the hustle is wrong.       Its bigger things so he becomes to know shit. Striving to    be numba one till I overdose.I speak it now on my tongue    hold it from youngest son, runnin from older quotes, \"Thou    shall not sin, thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill,    thou shall not turn your back on those in need, i try to    flip, but these government slips teach me at these chosen    speeds. I'm just a rows of weeds. and i roll    with reasons to stay on the road a lead till I leave with    what I sow, sold my soul indeed, leave me son with a sum of what I sold in deeds. I'm foldin yo, Probably headed for    the pin like some bowling balls, kept it directed at the    pen and wrote it for yall.       [Chorus]       It takes a lot of patience when you takin it on, a lot of    patent a lot of makin it known, but I ain't the type of    nigga that be placin it on.I was the king of this city now    they replacing the thrown. I know its a lot of hatin waitin    at home, and she ain't waitin you can hear the bass in her    tone, like she can't make it alone in a broken home and she    the brace for the bone just embracin the phone    a lot of ballin up letters a lot of erasing the poems, a    lot of comin to grips that you gonna be facin alone. All    this time all this time you was wrong.But you know whatever    happens I got you, and you know what happened done happened    they was happy to drop you, not letters and shoes, no    chedda, Yo mom sold shoes and sweaters shes not better.       [Chorus]