เนื้อเพลง Hustlers - Memphis Bleek

Yeah
Sup wit' these lame-ass n*ggas, man?
I'm tellin' you
N*ggas keep runnin' to this rap sh*t
You kna' mean?
Like y'all built like that
Ya'll n*ggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin'
Ya'll n*ggas ain't ready for this sh*t

[Memphis Bleek]
If a n*gga know the Memph
I ain't the type to front
I'll put any gun to you
What type you want?
Supply any drug for you
What high you want?
Bag any chick for you
Nicer sl*t
Yeah, I push hot fees
My n*ggas got cheese
You run around frontin'
Like you n*ggas got keys
You never flipped burgers
Your krew, I ain't heard of
Matter of fact, I'll murder ya
I heard you n*ggas spit sh*t
But it's indirect
Say my name
And see where I end this tech
I got a lot of love for this
But dawg, I'm real
When it's beef, it's beef
When it's rap, it's real
Nuttin' between
Alot of frontin' I seen
I done analyzed this game
It's nuttin' but schemes
New ways to sell records
I aim for it
Put it out if it's hot
Not, Just ignore it

[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
We them Hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, yo

This is my ghetto
I eat, sleep, breathe here
To tell the truth, dawg
None of us gon' leave here
We die young, go to jail for murder 1
On a come-up, n*gga
And that's where I'm from
I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez sh*t
I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco sh*t
I'mma catch you when you sit
Put 4 in yo whip
Catch your girl in the club
Put nut in your b*tch
N*ggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool
Go and use his tool
N*gga, use the fool
You could bootleg my sh*t
I want me a chunk, deuce
I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk
What part of that you don't understand?
Or ain't hear?
Misinterpurate?
Dawg, I put WORK in
I got a name, and my sh*t sound phenomenol
Still keep them thangs
Next to the abdomenol

[Chorus (REPEAT 2X)]
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C

[Bienie Sigel]
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah

Before these rhymes
I was bustin' these nines
Before these raps
I was bustin' my gat
Before the vocal groups
I spoke with the truth
Why do catz wanna muffle my speech?
Imagine my raps
If I wasn't in touch with the street
On the block, deep
Wit my peeps touchin' the heat
I'm used to crack, now i'm slingin' raps
Huster wit beats
You n*ggas is lame
You catz can't touch what I reach
And quiet as kept
You n*ggas can't hush what I speech
My story's too deep
Life real, clear as the streets
See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep
You n*ggas know me
The cat who be tearin' these streets
AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED
But my name when I appeared on these beats
It's Bien Mac
Sigel was the name that they gave me
The streets that is
I'm tryin' to teach that, kids
Cause some n*ggas don't know that they be clowns
Ay yo, the sun don't go down
WE GO ROUND

[Chorus]
We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
That's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C

We them hustlers
And that's who ya'll know
We get low, get dough
Flip gold for sho'
We them gangstas
And that's who we be
We got cheese
Pop three for R-O-C, n*gga