Artist: C-bo f/B-Legit
Album: The Best Of C-bo
Song: Living Like a Hustler
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my batch
Verse 1

[B-Legit]
I'm living like a hustler big wheeling and dealing
Buying big ohh village to get my millage the killling don't stop
So the block stays heated got the muthafucking dope if you need it
Sucker muthafuckas wanna lie in my zones I keep
The cash in the casket at the funeral home
I'm gone with the wind around the world they spin
More for the yay then they do in the bay so
I'm off on the highway to get my scrilla I
Hustler to my last day I got spots like a dalmation
That seen the whole nation and everyday is like a fucking vacation
40's with five bitches never after five bitches
Cuz the dry snitches try to get you for your riches
Put them in a suit take they loot before you dust them
Never love them so fuck them so I'm living like a hustler

Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my bitch

Verse 2
[C-bo]
Don't give me no bam of weed I got the po nash shit
That go the whole block keyed puffing on some serious dank
Raise the blunt to my lips G and head rush about to faint
Sticky chronic and you can ask three celly cel rbl
Even the d.o.c. that I'm weed feen piss ain't never clean
Smoke chronic when for when I'm back to sleep
O.G. 23 with a gone off that crazy 2 50 that would put me
On a married hay eyes low breath on straight stank
Not giving a fuck plus I handle my books and plus I got dank
Celulite p's by the fee's you wanna get blasted
I clip my z's from the leaves baby the C.O.W.B.O.Y.
In this bitch getting high till I die living like a hustler

Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my batch

Verse 3
[C-o]
I don't know judo but I'm down with you know strapped down
With 2 glocks gone off some prune no
Headed for the house party on the southside
Fo deep in a rag top 65 hecka bitches hanging out the window
Killa kali styles boast from 8 50 benzo's hoes don't stack
Cuz niggas be balling crack since the mack
Packing the yak and won't think twice to bust a cap
Sporting a brim like freddy kruger some trigga happy shooters
All strapped down with two rugars I pulls over
Hits the juice in my ride I got front back side to side
I'm living like a hustler

Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my batch