Livin\' Like a Hustler, Pt. 2
[Verse 1: B-Legit]I'm livin' like a hustler big wheelin' and dealin'Buyin big old buildings tryin to get my millionsThe dealin dont stop so the block stays heatedGot the motherfuckin' dope if you need itSucker motherfuckers wanna line on my zoneI keep the cash in a casket at the funeral homeI'm gone with the wind around the world they spinMore for the dank than they do in the baySo im off on the highway To get mine, I think I'll hustle til my diein' dayI got spots like a dalmation, done seen the whole nation'And every day is like a fucking' vacationParties with the fly bitches never after five bitchesCause the dry snitches try to get you for your richesPut 'em in a suit and take the loot before you dust emNever love em, so fuck em, I'm Livin' Like A HustlerChorus(x2) Livin' like a hustler counts my scratchLoves my weed can't stand my batch (bitch)(x2) Livin like a hustler counts my gripLoves my weed can't stand my bitch[Verse 2: C-Bo]I dont know Judo, but down with you knowStrapped with two glocks, gone off some prunoHeadin' for the house party on the southsideFour deep in a rag-top six-fiveHella bitches, hangin out the windowKilla Cali style from fours to eight-fifty benzo'sHoes on stack, cause niggas been ballin crack since the mackPackin the gat and won't think twice to bust a capSportin' a brim like Freddy KruegerSome trigger happy shooters, all strapped down with two rugersI pulls over hit the juice on my rideI got front and back and side to sideChorus until end