Artist: W.C. f/ Juvenile (As Nino Brown) Album: Revenge of the Barracuda Song: Hustla Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com * Nino's Theme; performed by Ice-T but characterized by Wesley Snipes in the 1991 'New Jack City' Movie [Intro: W.C.] Yeah, I'm feeling this one right here! Uhh.. get some of that; Pump the music up and count our money shit, you know what I'm saying? Yo, everywhere I go, niggaz always asking me the same thing They wanna know throughout the bullshit, how the fuck I maintain You know what I tell them? [Chorus: Juvenile] I told them cause I'm a hustler, they wanna know how I made it this far I told them cause I'm a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hard Somebody tell them, I'ma gon' get it A gorilla gotta get it, mother fuck what you know Cause I'm a hustler, and everyday I gotta go hard I'm a hustler [Verse One: W.C.] Climbing out the black Range, guess who's back man H-Double-O-D from the stove to this Rap thing Don't know how to act man, now I got change Thirty thousand on a crap game, wander to stop your campaigns Whipping it from the studio to the kitchen The good for making something out of nothing like a magician Dub classified G status, working hard And I bring the money bag like Pyrexes in Garbage Jars Now some get it from the Baking Soda to the Beaker But I get it from pushing this Cali' Cavi' through your speakers And I remember watching the game from the Bleachers Bro! Homie indeed as now it's blue Louie Sneakers (DAMN!) I've looked for where the cash lay I've schooled by niggaz who cruise the interstate with the Kush in the Astray Get it the fast way Somebody asks why I live today like my last day! [Chorus: Juvenile] [W.C.] YEAH! YEAH! COME ON!! STRAIGHT! UHH, yo, Come On! [Juvenile as G-Money] Bust up in this nigga It's Nino, let's go [Verse Two: Juvenile as Nino Brown] Nino, bitch you know how my team come? Trying to be here if any nigga got a green thumb (YES!) Yeah, I'm talking greener than a Jet Stan Down in the bottom with the Marshes in a wetland Keep the bank account and wallet on overload Is it movie, I got money, No! I don't know them whores I'm high off light but ready to overdose I live the fast life, but I got a slow approach My driveway is like a drive end I got relationship to move it on the high ten My product is a top notch quality And I ain't talking twitter my nigga, now can you follow me? I can turn a stack into a hundred Gs And I can turn a Grammy into a hundred keys I got the streets wide open, they want me to say how I did it That's what I told them [Chorus: Juvenile] [W.C. overlapping the above Chorus] They know, go hard! Tell them, get it, yeah! Yo, Uhha [Verse Three: W.C.] Now I can fake it, and rap some bullshit, but why I lie? These rappers be lying, but not I I'm a cannon on the side of the tie Stay fly when the smoke, is bouncing the car when I'm eying 95 High riding-by, itching to let the Glock sighs Turning up the Kool-Aid, thunder burnt in a hot fries Niggaz counting me out, but that's a lie See I can't die, money don't sleep, so why should I? See this is for my niggaz still thirsty as hell Shipping their meal, turned up, doing burgers in their jail sales Zig zags and plug rollers, burners in the sofa Chip holders, know how to get the grub and flip it over Stuff the money and the dope for profit change by the hustle My loved ones slain in the struggle I'ma grind til my ashes lay Motherfuckers wanna know why I act this way [Chorus: Juvenile X2] [Outro: W.C. overlapping the above Chorus] What's that? WHAT? UHH! Come On! Tell them YO! YO! YO! YO! [Juvenile overlapping the above Chorus] That's right, everything in my life UHHA, yeah, somebody tell them so Holler at the dope boy