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Ant Banks
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4 Tha Hustlas
作詞:Anthony Banks, Eric Breed, Tupac Shakur, Todd Shaw
If you're a real hustler your sure to get rich
This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on Ohh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker, it ain't no thang to me Short Dog in the house spittin' game with Breed Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week I'm goin' to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? Both the phone and TV ended with a green smell I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down Short Dog, my shit is nationwide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop I ain't bull shittin', make a mill' when I rock Three players in the game and it's major Bitch, you wanna get me, better hit me on my pager
Today I'm on the west coast, tomorrow I'm in Texas Flip the Benz and Ferrari, sold the Lexus Shorty, drop the bass in the mix You know what's next, bitch, I'm sure to get rich
This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on Ohh, come on, come on
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw 'Til my fuckin' casket drops Fuck around and make me blast On these bastard cops
This is for the hustlas
Believe me comin' strapped with the gat when you see me Label me a threat to society but I ain't quitin' Thug life, motherfucker, ain't no bull shittin' Born in these projects destined to fate Collectin' mail on these broke bitches slangin' that game
Now shit done changed, it ain't the the same I ain't lyin' niggas are dyin' Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin' 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 In the penitentiary or in the cemetery Gettin' high no need to worry
And last year niggas was knockin' up the block And in between shots, pumpin' tapes From that nigga Breed and Pac This year bringin' you the fix, includin' Ant Banks in the mix Now we're sure to get rich, still strivin'
This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on Ohh, come on, come on
I'm a cold-hearted fool I mean a fool at heart, head strong And I won't be headed home if he falls apart Contact niggas like apartheid when I ride the beat There ain't no way to hide from the dark side
Man of many take many men's till the very end And blend in and change my iden Just to mix up with the game They know me by the Breed And they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter, I don't mind, you don't matter Pull a Glock and watch the whole block scatter And we can have us a gat to gat talk Do it old style and do a back to back walk Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends And we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around, he lays around And he's a motherfuckin' boner, call a coroner when I'm around Bodies are buried and found all around you And perish and cherish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, felonious behavior and it just might save ya So guard your girl and pickup your pistol 'Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head, lyrical nit wit The shit won't change as long as I'm alive I gotta survive and keep it tight
This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on This is for the hustlas This is for the hustlas, come on Ohh, come on, come on
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