The Mekanix - On My Hustle lyrics

[Verse 1: Keak da Sneak] A young bossy n***a, still a saucy n***a Put a fork in a thing you ever cross me, n***a Doping it, ask motherf**er, ya heard Half these n***as is out here rapping, man these n***as is not heard I don't put that on, that's my word Go crazy from the first, second verse to the third I was on syrup sipping, kissing the smoke Coke white [?] Aeromax in Oakland If my back and hip poking, then there's scratch to be broken I need cash on delivery, sign the package and open Out here on my [?], you know just how a n***a be Put a n***a on I.E., act like he don't remember me It don't cost a dime to stay out of mind So seven won't mind cause you out of time Racks, I ain't talking 'bout [?] I was in the game [?] [Pre Hook: 4rAx] I'mma fly fly sh** n***a Ridin' round checkin' my traps (checkin' my traps) All of this ballin' baby (swish) Put a real n***a on the map (okay, okay) And life's too short to be playin' with it I was born too mac (you ain't know b**h, too short) Now I'm a go-getter cause my palms stay itchin' Gotta get that scratch [Hook: 4rAx, Iesha Brooks & Keak da Sneak] On my hustle Uh, uh, on it like a [?] On my hustle On my hustle Uh, uh, on it like a [?] On my hustle [Verse 2: Iamsu!] Young n***a dreams tryin' to ride up in the Phantom (skrr) I'm on TV like damn near every channel Hoppin' off the [?] with flavor haters can't handle Fliest on the planet her p**y in Tropicana (juicy) Fresh Nicki, Nicki, I'm taking pictures with Iggy Me and all my team we gon' split the green fifty-fifty Shorty say she missed me I'm pullin' up in a hurry Smokin' like a hippy, you haters hate, I ain't worried Aww sh**, got me in the mix Need ten million 'fore I turn twenty six Boss up, burn up, gotta stack dough Kicks retro, never let 'em see you sweat though Ay, been a one from the get go On the road to the top taking steps I'm a pimp, on my own, f** your mine Heartbreak kid, you gon' see me on my grind [Pre Hook] [Hook] [Verse 3: J Stalin] Cup server, certified money getter Wig splitter, I ain't scared of no n***a Runnin' through these checks 'till I get a million I just keep stackin' like it's no ceilin' These broke n***as stuck up in their feelin's I could really give a f** what you want, dude All I know is that new hundred dollar bills blue And to this game I done stayed true Keep a banger on me never been a rooty poot Some of you n***as is sweeter than some froot loops f** 'em all, cause tomorrow I'mma buy a coupe Lil' n***a gettin' money like I'm playin' hoop To my n***as [?] throw that alley-oop I'm really ballin' on you n***as Point guard, I'm a starer on you n***as p**y fiendin' I can [?] on you n***as [Pre Hook] [Hook]