Cancion : Hustle Hard Artista : Papoose Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-hustle-hard-de-papoose [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 1: Papoose] Listen if you eightball shavin' on the block Turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard) Turn 14 to 28 fast 56 to 100 grams, now I'm on yo ass (Hustle Hard) I ain't stoppin' at a hundred grams A hundred grams to a hundred grand Let's take it back to the gutter fam, I ain't shaking none of your suckas hands Cause I'm better than you, you, him, and your other man They Nino Brown when they makin' them sucka jams But they get to the radio and turn to the gutterman You and your R&B boss make a good couple fam I'm a catch you at Lover's Lane like Son of Sam Got the revolver in my fuckin' hand Automatics like that Hot 97 concert, summer jam Half of my work, give samples to keep 'em comin' fam I sample 50 like I just copped a hundred grams [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 2: Papoose] I paid for 7 this nigga tried to sell me 6 You can't jerk me I got more scales than fish Niggas' mad cause they can't make a sell for shit When I'm on the block I make more sales than Sprint Gone have to bust yo gun if you bust my balls This nigga owe me some money tryin' to duck my calls Follow them up the one-way street, he smokin' on a loosay He seen me and tried to bust a U-way So I caught him on a 2-way street and gripped on a Uzi I ain't have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way You brought 10 nigga's who thought they'd never see you breathless Well that's somethin' that Tennessee like Memphis Rappers be tryin' to get in where they fit in like Tetris That's why I Ieave they family mourning like breakfast They see other niggas do it and then they try to follow That's why I leave they family mourning like Alonzo [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 3: Papoose] I lead the rifle raw, you just went right through your final door I invite you all, never did like you or trifle fraud Sick as psycho wards, fight you on vinyl, my mic recital was vital Shine a light that'll blind you, my light that'll fight for your title Cry for ? like Michael, my life recycled the cycle I could write you a bible, look in the eyes of your idle I'm right behind you, I lined you, I stifled yours You rap niggas marked for death like Michael Moore (Hustle hard) Yeah even my rhymes is a hustle I'm sellin' 'em to your mind, watch my respect double (Hustle hard) They never used to wanna produce him or introduce him Gettin' textes from niggas who rappin' Text messages from niggas who producin' Now a days I get more Texas than Houston (Hustle hard) Ha, you ain't doin' no real bubblin' You keep your ear of the street, stop air hustlin' [Hook x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pack Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back ========================== Letra descargada de Letras10.co ==========================