Hustle In My Genes

[Intro]
Nigga, I serve yo' ass this time
But don't be comin' over here with all this motherfuckin' watch change... (Hehehe...)
Kid was in bits, nigga, that's all you can get from me
Fuck it, like I'm finna go to Chuck-E-Cheese or somethin' round this motherfucker?
You got me crossed up nigga
Kid was a motherfuckin' bitch, fool, that's all you can get
Slangin' this ho shit here, hehe
Kid was a motherfuckin' bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm on a worldwide paper chase, and up the stairs I'm away
As I'm watchin' all these playa haters decay
Seems like they runnin' out of shit to say
If that's the case, before you bite my next shit, you should at least say your grace
As times get harder, and real niggas get smarter
They wanna scrape me off the scene like ta-da, but don't bother
It ain't had to cap, I'm slingin' pounds and keys
Your baby locs and all your G's couldn't fuck with these
I'm on a mission to be in a bigger and better position
Tossin' up DLGC, to END, nigga
Dick, it's the fat farm, coca sacks of Havana Joe
Six foes with business hoes, the game shows
Fuck three strikes, you gotta catch me on the streets
The reality of it, that real niggas don't eat
You stop to stair, but you just can't figure out what it means
See a youngster cashin' in on his chips, 'cause I got hustle in my genes

[Hook]
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga!
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, fool, what you mean?
Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang
What you mean?
Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, huh

[Verse 2]
I take a chosen few homies with me, damn
Nigga been down for 3 years, still get done for 50, fool
McDonald's payin' more than that, your sack of shady
Takin' penitentiary chances, bringin' back 80
What the fuck he gon' do with 80 dollars?
Nigga please just, get out the game, you need Jesus
So I give it up to the real slangers, right
And not these fools throwin' rocks at cars, primitive gangbangers
Much love to my bitches that got the hustle in 'em
Turnin' me on, makin' me wanna throw my muscle in 'em
Makin' some of these niggas look like shit
I you try to jack her she blast it! She'll throw a fuckin' fit
I beat it up, right after some Remy Martin
While niggas comin', missin', on back to milk cartons
They waitin' on the sideline for a position on this team
And I'm the motherfuckin' quarterback
'Cause I got hustle in my genes

[Hook]
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga!
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, fool, what you mean?
Can of speed with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang
What you mean?
Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang

[Verse 3]
All my bullets got names, nigga, ain't no surprise
'Cause the minds for these suckers who despise my rides
Yeah, from gallons of that real shit, wy-ow, py-ow
Bud, Crystal, and acid, and no the show for the Boo-Yows
I gotta get mines, while the gettin' is still good
You think it's bad, now we 'bout to go loco in the hood
Foldin' from proposition, fool, I'm not
Now all I'm thinkin' is crime
What other way can I feed mine? Listen
You think I'm 'bout to be kissin' yo' ass, you got me crossed up
I told you I'm cold hearted, meanin' I don't give a fuck
A politician can lick up and suck the bottom of my balls
The laws killer, she even got my dick in her jaws, and
"She swallowed it!"
It don't matter, just don't bite it
They legalise marijuana, nigga, light it
But I have been doin' it all along!
Chasin' my college greens
It's irrelevant who's the president, 'cause I got hustle in my genes

[Hook]
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, I got hustle in my genes, nigga!
I put it down like that, I put it down like that
I put it down, fool, what you mean?
Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, and everythang
What you mean?
Can of speed, with the weed, hot cop, ready roc
Mushrooms, done everything they got, on the 4-7 Block

[Outro]
To all my niggas with hustle in they genes
Get your weight up! Uh
All my niggas that got caught up in the raid
All my bitches, smokin' dope in they pussy for the homies
And fuck all y'all punk ass smokers, that come to the spot with all that motherfuckin' change
This ain't no video arcade, nigga!
Do-Lo gang 'til death do us
Over the shoulder, boulders, I told ya