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Pastor Troy talkin
4 tha hustlaz (2x)
4 my hustlaz (2x)
Aiyo, this ya boy PT right
This for all them down tha road
Everybody staying down in this mother fking game
Be real all my
Much love out here for this song, 4my hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
Verse 1
Started out at da bottom of da barrel hommie
Had to deal wit dis fk hatin on me
Hangin on me
We headed to da top
Da big boy drop
Went ta chillin on da block
Wit polo socks nigg*
Da sun shinin of my shade frame
Look who made it out da dope game
Yeah nigg*
From nicks to dimes
From dimes to quater keys
I stacked me some cheese and went ta bumpin these c.d's
And now you see me on yo tube live and direct
See a nigg* swng to da bank im cashin checks
Or betta yet im shakin dat muth*fka
From da ATL to Augusta
For my hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
Verse 1
4 my hustlaz
All my cross tha state
4 my hustlaz
All my slangin that weight
4 my hustlaz
Hire best to flip ya legit
4 my hustlaz
Let tha crackers sell that s**t
4 my hustlaz
All my peeping tha game
4 my hustlaz
that want to have fame
4 my hustlaz
that grind to pay bills
4 my hustlaz
that grind to buy a meal
4 my hustlaz
ain't got no degree
4 my hustlaz
Still making money
4 my hustlaz
wit fear of tha Lord
4 my hustlaz
in tha night sword
4 my hustlaz
wit tithes to tha streetz
4 my hustlaz
that ride wit tha heat
4 my hustlaz
wit 36 O's
4 my hustlaz
Yea nigg*, tha life I chose, 4 tha hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
that uh ride for the dayz
4 my hustlaz
on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
that be breakin tha rules 4 my hustlaz
wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B.
4 my hustlaz
in dirty clothes
4 my hustlaz
wit no love for hoes
4 my hustlaz
makin easy cheese
4 my hustlaz
movin major keys
4 my hustlaz
ridin big body cars 4 my hustlaz
they call track stars
4 my hustlaz
that hate rice treats
4 my hustlaz
Got tha 88 wit tha beat
4 my hustlaz
ridin 30 uh vogues
4 my hustlaz
All my down tha road
4 my hustlaz
All my offin tha feds
4 my hustlaz
All my bustin heads
4 my hustlaz
My on tha east side
4 my hustlaz
My on the west side
4 my hustlaz
My on tha north side
4 my hustlaz
South side, nigg* we ride 4 tha hustlaz
(Chorus)
4 my hustlaz
that uh ride for the days 4 my hustlaz
on tha grind everyday
4 my hustlaz
that be breakin tha rules
4 my hustlaz
wearin red and blue
4 my hustlaz
wit money on they mind
4 my hustlaz
At the club fresh off tha grind
4 my hustlaz
that ride for P.T.
4 my hustlaz
Tha D. tha S. tha G.B
Pastor Troy talking
Yo.....Yo.....Yo
Yall know wassup
This ya boy, PT Cruiser
Representin for all them gangsta as* hustlaz
Everybody takin penetintary chances nigg*
Yall know wassup
D.S.G.B. got love for ya baby
Whatever to make this s**t happen
Now get this mother fker poppin
Cuz we ain't stoppin