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B-Real
Living in the city of the Scandalous
Shisty motherfkers, can't even trust my own brothers
So who can I choose to trust, me, that's who
want a piece of the pie, fk off and die!
Jealous, envious fools want to rush this
Loco, trooping as* nigg* with the cash, s**t
Motherfkers just get your own, and leave mine alone
Forty-five places to get done
Send out your invitation
To the party of your elimination
I got peeps that play for keeps, (Hardball)
Now I'm laying your as* down to sleep
But every hustler wants to be bawling
But I got the balls for the shot calling
I pull strings, the Don King, only in America
Then I hustle, and flex my muscle
Hustlers
--Yeah, man, I've been out here
running game for eight years
--I know I'm getting tired of standing
on this corner
--nigg*, I want a fat pad, and fly as* pool
Finest motherfking girls, jewels
and all that s**t, if I got to take it
from a nigg*
--s**t, let him run for me then
--I can work for myself, don't have to
work for nobody, I'll be my own hustler
B-real
Where can I roam to get my hustle on
Killafornia, stacking the chips, got the full clips
Loaded and c*cked, I'm used to running with the Glock
Nina Millimeter, lighting up the fking block
Now, who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
I don't know, but if you coming on my corner
I think I'm gonna bust
You can't handle us, devious, dangerous
Criminal mentality, insanity
I move weight, from state to state
All the moving weights, can you relate?
Hustlers
--d*mn, what's up, I see you
pushing that big time weight
--I told you, I wasn't bull
--You coming up, aight!
--When I seen you three or four
months ago I told you
--Got respect for a man now
--Handle your s**t!
B-Real
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
fk working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees
Who can I trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfker in the city Los Scandalous
Hustlers
--Well, well, little man came up a little bit
--It feels good having money in the pocket
--fk that nine to five bulls**t, right?
--Yeah, kick that s**t to the curb
--But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfkers
Cuz is tricky than a motherfker
--Yeah, but motherfkers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigg*
--s**t, set me up and are gonna die
--You get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bulls**t
--I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
--Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
--Let's get the fk out of here"