Hustle Hard Songtext
von Papoose

(feat. 50 cent)

[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla Back


[Verse 1: Papoose]
Listen if you a bullshavin′ on the block Tone 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard)
Turn 14 and 28 fans
56 to a hundred grams
now im on yo ass (Hustle Hard)
I ain't stoppin′ at a hundred grams
A hundred grams to a hundred grin
Lets take it back to the gutter fam
I ain't shakin' none of you sucka′s hands
Cuz I′m better than you, you, him, and your other man
They mean no brown when they makin' them sucka jams
But they get to the radio and turn on to the dutterman
You and your R&B boss make a good couple Fam
Imma catch your mad lovers lane like son of Sam
Got the revolver in my fuckin′ hand
Automatics like that hot 97 concert summer jam
Half of my work give em' samples to get em′ comin' Fam
I sit with 50 like I just coughed a hundred gram

[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle Hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back


[Verse 2: Papoose]
At age 7 this nigga tried to sell me 6
You can′t jerk me I got more scales to fish
Nigga's madcuz they can't make a sell for shit
When I′m on the block I make more sales than Sprint
Gone have to bust yo gun if you bust my ballz
This nigga owe me some money tryin′ to duck my callz
Follow them up the wrongway street he smokin' all the loosay
He seen me and tried to bust a U-way
So I called them on a 2-way Street and gripped on a oozay
I ain′t have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way
Brought 10 nigga′s who thought they'd never see you breathless
Well that′s somethin' that Tennessee like Memphis
Rappers be tryin' to get in where they fit in like tetris
Thats why I Ieave they family more than like breakfast
They see other niggaz do it and then they try to follow
Thats why I leave they family more than like a lozzo

[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back

[Verse 3: Papoose]
I lead the rifle raw
You just went right through your final door
I invite you all
Never did like you or trifle fraud
Sick as psycho wars
invite you on buyin′ my mike recidle was vinal
Shine a light that′ll blind you
My Light that'll fight for your title
Cry for psysem like michael
My life recycle is psycho da pschobanktual bible
Look in the eyez of your idle
Im right behind you
I Lined you
I Stifled yours
you rap niggaz mock for def like Michael Walls (Hustle hard)
Yeah even my rhymhs is hustle
I′m sellin' em′ to your Ma washed my respect up (Hustle hard)
They never used to wanna produce him or introduce him
Gettin' Text′s from niggaz who rappin'
Text messages from niggaz who producin'
Now a days I get more text′s than houston (Hustle hard)
Ha you ain′t doin' no real bubblin′
you keep your end of the street stop air hustlin'

[Chorus x4: 50 cent]
Hustle hard
Money Stack
Sell that dope
Sell that crack
Sell that pat
Sell that gat
Sell that pussy
Holla back