Hustle E-40 (Ft. R. City & Turf Talk)

[Intro: R. City]
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Hustle-MONEY!

[Chorus: R. City & (E-40)]
I, I live and sleep on these streets
Cause I have got to get mine, my fam, see, we gotta eat
So when people ask me why, why don't ever I slow down?
Oh, I just simply reply, I don't really know how!
So I, hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)
So I hustle, hustle, hustle
(I'ma hustler, believe me)
You know I hustle, hustle, hustle
(And this ain't easy)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Money and muscle
I gotta black belt in hustling
I'm doing my thang
Chain around my neck look like a playground swing!
Unit mover, pockets fat like Rasputia
Ask your chick, I got oil on my tongue
Pimp, I talk real slick, where the real ones go
They don't make them like me no more!
Hustler, I'ma whole 'nother animal
I'ma whole 'nother animal, I'ma whole 'nother beast
I can never switch up, I'm cut from the streets!
Papered up like a fax
I'm rare like white running backs
I'm getting my Gouda
I'ma be the first hustler to set up shop on Jupiter!