Put your money where your mouth is D-Loc ain’t playing   I know cats like you that are broke just claiming   Ain’t saying nothing just flapping your lips   Just running your mouth because you can talk some shit   Ain’t got nothing to show for busting cool ass raps   But that’s cool with me dog where your money at   I’m talking about the hustle even if your fresh see you’re wack   I get paid homey rubber band man stacks      Give me a five and I’ll make it a twenty   Give me a fifty and I’ll turn into a couple a hunnies   Give me ten g’s and I’ll show you what I can do   Johnny Richter’s on the hustle and we grabbing loot   I used to slang and serve sacks on a day to day basis   Now I serve and slang raps fill my beats with bass   It’s a game it’s a hustle we all paper chasing   On the road for two months coming home with bacon      You can’t stop our hustle   You can’t stop this   You can’t stop our hustle   Don’t even try kid   You can’t stop our hustle   We world wide now   You can’t stop our hustle   Koast II Koast blaow   You can’t stop our hustle   The game’s all the same   You can’t stop our hustle   Just trying to make some change   You can’t stop our hustle   It’s time to build the stacks   You can’t stop our hustle   So where the hustlers at      Everybody knows I got cops on the payroll   So just lay low until I say so   When that whistle blow we’ll all be splitting dough   Nobody act dumb until the orders come   There will be enough cheese to spread for everyone   Making legal money and the feds hate it   Real underdogs most underrated   We got the underground locked branded and spaded      Watch me get my boogie on and flex this muscle   Ten years later D-Loc still on the hustle   I’m a get my grind on dig them out with a shovel   Keep stacking my chips then watch my ends bubble   Let the double double stack them up to the ceiling   When this shit’s all done with I’ll be worth a million   Watch me shine just let me smoke this bud   Let me drink this cocktail I feel like getting’ fucked up      [CHORUS]      I’m gonna hustle until the wheels fall off   Keep on going out for mine never punching a clock   ‘Cause the hustle don’t stop the game waits for nobody   Just trying to make some cash like my last name was Gotti   Stay on the grind like Independent trucks   Fifty fifty five-o let me know what’s up   And you can still catch me on the streets of P-Town   I can still add sacks all the way to a pound      Don’t matter none what you say or what you do   Throw salt in the game but it’s coming right back at you   Snitches and bitches dirty rats and double crossers   Fuck off we the underground bosses   Fuck off like Shaggy 2 Dope said   These are family ties we all breaking bread   Legendary   You eat crumbs from the table   Wipe your mouth you’re dropped from the label      [CHORUS]