Lyrics
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere we street famous, famous
So when you see me, I'm just getting paper, paper
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere, we street famous, famous
Say! I'm a trill ass nigga, wait, let me define
I'm down for my issue with that bread on my mine
I'm built for that big boy shit like Depends
And outside of the fam, we ain't got no friends
I got a couple priors, a couple pending
We know you ain't a gangsta ho so stop pretending
I checked your résumé, it don't compute
If you bought this and sold that, where's ya loot?
I know you don't wanna compare yo' hustle game with me
Your cards two years old and your chain is three
Bitch, you can't hang with me, and it's plain as day
Your niggas ain't got it in 'em, then swing this way
Your reputation is built on bullshit
So the four fifth I pull quick and give you the full clip
I didn't want to, but I had to do it
Since I did it for the hood, I was glad to do it, nigga!
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walkin' 'round tryin' to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere, we street famous, famous
So when you see me, I'm just gettin' paper, paper
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walkin' 'round tryin' to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere, we street famous, famous (c'mon, c'mon)
Look! I'm trill young savage, I'm the youngest of the fam
Bad bitch, long hair, good weed in the air
Got a ounce of that kush, no seeds up in there
Virgin bitch tight puss', had to squeeze up in there
When a nigga hit the do', you know it, Gs up in here
It got cold, all the pussy niggas freeze up in here
Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here
Four Gs, see, we all blow trees, we don't care
MAC-10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here
Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere
Had some niggas outside waitin' 'round somewhere
Headline on Channel 9, you got found somewhere
I'm a laugh my ass off blowin' a pund somewhere
With some big flippers and some gowns and some slippers
Hot metal like the weather, more clips than the Clippers
Savage Life in stores, now 'gon' get it, nigga
So!
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere we street famous, famous
So when you see me, I'm just getting paper, paper
H-U-S-T-L-E, get yo' game up, game up
Don't be walking 'round trying to blame us, blame us
We be everywhere, we street famous, famous
Look! Some say I talk a lot of shit, well, I was raised wrong
Coke dealers who got tired of being broke niggas
I'm walking outside with the .45, yeah
I can't be scared drinking purple to the head
Permit the scene, yeah, we leaning in that boot nigga
Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker
They call us country 'cause we thugging in a small county
City folk, they ain't grateful for their good surroundings
I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up
It's Boosie Badazz, trap like and what!
Asylum signed me, now a nigga find me
On B.E.T. with W-E-E-D
I.E. 98, I'm an underground hard hitter
How you spit how you spit it? God, nigga
Kay Slay, I'm underrated and I promise you
I'm fitting to hit the rap game and this what I'ma do
Fuck I don't love like Rosa Parks hit the bus
Niggas in the south spitting, but them niggas ain't us (they ain't us!)
We drank tusk, smoke purp' with the Dipset
Grip TECs, and hit niggas in they flippin' neck
All I want is my respect, I ain't 'gonna say nothing else
I'ma let the case rest, Boosie Badazz!