Artist: C-bo f/ Mississippi,B-legit
Album: One Life 2 Live
Song: Living Like a Hustler Part 2
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com
Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my batch
[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
[Mississippi]
Well I guess you might call it the chapter 3 main
The morale to this story I can't understand why everytime a
Nigga hits the rap game bitches out to get their fame and glory
Coming up at these rap stars saying I'll be over about nine
Lifting up they draws without a pause the next thing
There for kape or jail time but not me though
Who me though I'm from killa physco sacramento
Where niggas be riding their drop top candy paints
And no tippy toes when you hit my door you best be ready
You best be ready for an application here's a pen
For your written statement and a copy of your identification
You hoes can't wrap me up like a present
Given away at CHRISTMAS
And real sex is coming away real quick so I'm wrapped up
In this risky business playa haters around my way
Get wrestle up like a chump and I know you think your tight
I really doubt it if you want some funk cuz in my hood
Niggas is quick to spray with ak's
And if you state that loss come pay that boss six feet you lay
I keeps the job done keep making my rounds son
Keeping my grip while eating my shrimp and tell a bitch I want one
Chorus: 4x
Living like a hustler counts my scratch
Loves my big caine can't stand my bitch
[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 bitch