[Juvenile]   Listen,   It's a fresh package I got - why not move it   Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it   Business as usual is goin' on in the slums   We want the whole cake, nigga - we don't want no crums   Stupid shit - we avoid it   Dope - we exploit it   Had our shit tight bitches done destroyed it   Now niggas gettin' out lookin' for employers   Made a deal with the D.A. and the lawyer   Swearin' he would never tell - put it on his daughter   Sayin' he was outta town - nigga crossed the border   Should've bust his head, but I don't need the heat   I'll send another nigga out to handle beef for me   It's a test 'cause I've been given him a ki a week   Let me see what they gon' do up on the streets for me   And if he hand me his business, I'ma make sure he's straight   The only nigga out the project Magnolia with weight      (Hook [Turk])   Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day   Get our grind on in the project hallway   Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K   Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play      We hustle hustle everyday, all day   Get our grind on in the project hallway   Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K   Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play      [B.G.]   Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce   Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth   It don't stop from sun-up to sun-down - I'm on the grind   In two weeks I was workin' a 16-25   Tryin' to get it - only thing in my vision is ballin'   Jumpin' out a 500-S class on brodders   So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard   'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters   Not a taker I'm scarred from (? ?)   Swore he was gon' front just bringin' his shit   Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters   It's cooked already - I got these niggas runnin' like water   Slowly, I'm comin' up - scorin' a ounce since fronted nine   Had this nigga - only said what they workin', the block is mine   Got hustlin' skills in my blood - come from my pa   That's how I know the game 'cause at a young age I was taught      (Hook2x [Turk])   We hustle hustle everyday, all day   Get our grind on in the project hallway   Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K   Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play      [Baby]   Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer   Michael, (?), Curl, y'all lay back and peep these niggas   Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my nigga   Big (?) grab the glock out to shoot, my nigga   Then if it go down, I know you're ridin', nigga   But it's cool - I lost some hot boys, my nigga   But I'm a fool untamed by the children in this game   Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man   Joe Casey know a nigga wan' buy some things   I start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods   Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack   Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come back   Stone, you play the cuts and watch my back   Magnolia Shorty, take these stacks and meet me at the shack   I'm 'bout to go to a car lot on veterans, black   And buy that new black-on-black 2G Cadillac      (Hook [Turk])   Nigga, we hustle hustle everyday, all day   Get our grind on in the project hallway   Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K   Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play      We hustle hustle everyday, all day   Get our grind on in the project hallway   Nigga try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K   Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play      [Mannie Fresh]   What   What   What   Remember when shit was a easy task   Back in the days that passed   When bitches use to cut class   Just to let a dumb nigga hit that ass   Now everything fucked up   Sure virgin pussy gon' cost you a-hundred bucks   Nigga, that use to be the man shit outta luck   Young niggas walkin' 'round with that duck   Some say, "Play with your nose."   Some say, "Fuck them hoes."   Some say, "You're fat. Work out and get a six-pack."   I say, "Fuck all that, I'd rather have six facts."   Young niggas done drove me to pack a heater   Fuck drawin' up the meat beaters   They tryin' to defeat us   Move us out and delete us   Erase us niggas from the face of the earth   Put your dick in the dirt   No how, no way, daddy, it won't work   I refuse to be a statistic   DNA ballistic   With a closed casket   'Cause some young nigga blasted my brains on the side   Lil' daddy, I'ma swing wide and let everything out here feel me   You ain't gon' do it - old age gon' kill me