Gucci Mane Hustle Lyrics:
[Chorus:] Since you can't get right I'mma show you how to
hustle, show you how to hustle show you how to
hustle. Make a grind all night, I'mma show you how
to hustle, show you how to hustle, show you how to
hustle.. Put ya game down tight I'mma show you how
to hustle, show you how to husle, show you hwo to
hustle. it's an all night flight, I'mma show you
how to hustle, show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)
[Verse 1:] (ughh) I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20
pounds of purp. in my frigerator. (ughh) So damn
an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in a
tractor trailor. (ughh) I'm the king of Decatur
man, got that fruity dro any kinda flavor man,
(ughh) Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino
you ain't never heard of dat. (ughh) I got them
sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga fuck wit
me. (ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in
Texico buyin out sandwich bags (ughh) Niggas
churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like
nigga fish scales (ughh) I use to hold down the
Hotel, now I'm a member of the Sign Yoursefd Cartel
[Chorus] [ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/rZoG ][Verse 2:] (ughh) I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now
I'm on the grind wit the 4's and the 9's. (ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black
Enterprenuer in nhis prime (ughh) A nigga gota get
the whole thang, 21-5 evrytime my phone rang
(ughh) I got so much clientell, black tee, black
Gat and a pocket scale (ughh) So I can't go broke
man, niggas know me as the Dope man's dope man
(ughh) I made this one for my folks man, for the
J's thatb be smokin outta coke cans (ughh) and
they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I
gotcha covered like make-up. (ughh) so wantcha
holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars, I'll
getcha coke, I'll getcha boi
[Chorus:] (ughh) I got dem pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move
units, I ain't talkin bout cd's (ughh) I'm talkin
bout HB's, a huundred pounds nigga holla at HB
(ughh) nigga I can get an Escalade off a hundred
slab and a razor blade (ughh) when I cut it wit
the rich band 2 flips nigga I'mma be a rich man.
(ughh) and these robbers trynna plot up, get his
car shot up tyrna take a nigga product (ughh)
these niggas ain't harmin me, plus I sell more
drugs than a pharmacy. (ughh) I'mma mix it wit the
Isatol, ten thousand pills and these bitches ain't
no Tylenol (ughh) Big nuts like bowling balls, 30
thoughand dollar charm and a hole in da wall.
[Chorus]Lyrics: Hustle, Gucci Mane [end] 