Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Donald Jr Robertson, Teruis Gray, Sinister
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JuvenileGet Ya Hustle On Lyrics:
That's right, it's crunch time now, fellas
No time to be cryin' for momma now
It's the movement, c'mon
To all my people on them corners I consider as dogs
I wish I could break a package down and send it to y'all
I know ya feelin' me behind them penitentiary walls
Put me on the visit list and I'll be in to see y'all
Talk to 'em, your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy
Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be
Fuck him, ah-listen to me, I got the remedy
Save your money up and find out who got 'em for 10 a ki
Bubble, if you don't hustle don't use your energy
'Cause you gon' be a cell mate or wind up as a memory
Yeah and I could give a fuck if you kin to me
My life is up and down and side to side like a centipede
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
The loamin' hard sparkle like glass
Main bitch right behind me lookin' sharp in the Jag
Security say you don't know me so I talk to 'em bad
If a nigga want somethin' I got somethin' for his ass
Choppers, I'm already knowin' that it's a G thang
Ever since they tried to drown a nigga on the eastbank
Everybody need a check from FEMA
So he can go and sco' him some co-ca-llina
Get money and I ain't gotta ball in the Beemer
Man I'm tryin' to live, I lost it all in Katrina
And nobody cares what the police thank
Everybody fuckin' with ki's 'cause it's a street thang
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Wodie, you really feelin' your folks
Just them crackers behind them deskes that ain't hearin' us though
We starvin', we livin' like Haiti without no government
Niggaz killin' niggaz and them bitches is lovin' it
Fuck Fox News, I don't listen to y'all ass
Couldn't get a nigga off the roof with a star pass
Talkin' y'all comfortable right now to your own land
Till a nigga catch ya down bad, starvin' and want cash
Get your mind right, nigga, get your money up
You're movin' a little somethin' but you ain't done enough
Fo' shizzle, you know the boss gonna want a cut
Yeah or the boss gon' haveta fuck you up
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
Get ya hustle on, nigga, get ya hustle on
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
We take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
Take the Pyrex and then we rock with it, roll with it
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