Too $hort:



If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.



Chorus:



This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

This is for the hustlaaaas, come on

This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh

Ohh, come on, come on



Too $hort:



I make money like a motherfucker

It ain't no thang to me

$hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed

Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week

I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me

How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?

The phone and TV ended with a green smell

I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down

$hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now

You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop

I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock

Three players in the game and it's a major

Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager

Today I'm on the westcoast

Tommorrow I'm in Texas

Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus

$horty drop the bass in the mix

You know what's next beitch

I'm sure to get rich



*Chorus*



2Pac:



Haha

I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw

Til my fuckin casuct drops

Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops



This is for the hustlaaaaas



Believe me coming stapped with the gak

When you see me

Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin

Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin

Born in these projects destined to fate

Collecting mail on these broke bitches

Slanging that game

Now shit done changed

It ain't the the same

I ain't lyin niggas are dyin

Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin

In the penatentary or in the cemetary