My legs were made of wood You kept the ground real warm You kept my spirits up When they were gone But I'm a half made man A shelter from the storm You
heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin' Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin' diamonds and gold
Tonka Diamond F color, plush gold still gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding those to Bose gold
in the mona Shit, I need to chrome up, become a home owner Look, life's a bitch but I'm on her I almost cracked this, no more hustling backwards Up
, come on Rock, on, city, come on Suburban and city niggaz, hustle together Long as it's money envolved, niggaz'll tussle together Long as the hustle's a hustle
'm 'bout to push it further, nigga, rub it in with lotion So many posed to be holding me Totally foes to me gold to the Protege His quota be so but he
the nerves out his fist But yo put your hands up y'all it's love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin' thug money Hustle much
days later see her in a truck with him Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins That nigga been broke why now she fuck his friends Got a lap dance in bars
like to introduce Cassidy the Problem [Cass the Problem] It's the problem bitch [A] And in that corner is Cassidy the Hustla [Cass the Hustla] It's the hustler
the Hustla, But I'll show you how to hustle man! [Da Hustla:] Look, I'm a Give this guy an aplause, But It's alota lies in alot of his BARS, Cause I
[Ives] I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and
Tonka Diamond M color plush gold still gutter My deal is in the mills Motherfucker and I ain't stutter Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding nose to roles gold
no bad shit When I say they don't have a dime And I aint meaning no Gold watch when I say "I don't have the time" My hustle is the reason why I'm known
, I used to slang rock And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card Bitches goin' nuts when the rims hit the boulevard Hustle hard, the whole
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance
colour plush gold still gutter My deal is in the mills, Motherfucker and I aint stutter Bitter sweet, my lifes a musical From holding nose to roles gold
