Hustle - E-40, R. City, Turf Talk

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)

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!

Let me introduce myself, homeboy

Any MC I will destroy

West, West, West Coast boy

Speakers in the trunk keep making noise!

I’m so fly, I’m that guy

28 inches sitting high

I’m a star, what you thought?

Everywhere I go, they snap shots!

Everywhere I go, they know Turf

Medallions jiggling off my shirt

C-notes keep falling out my jeans

Benjamin Frank, George Washing-teens

Gotta keep pushing, pushing weight

Filet mignon steak on my plate

Staring in my rear view can’t slow down

If getting money is wrong, arrest me now!

They ask me, «What you’re doing bro?»

I say that I hustle everyday

My men don’t sleep, we always up

Cause we can’t live off minimum wage!

Middle finger to the other side

I know that I just want to get paid

When you hear this one go and turn it up

From Virgin Islands out to the Bay!