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(feat. 50 cent) [Chorus x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pat Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 1: Papoose] Listen if you eightball shavin' onthe block turn 7 grams to 14 grams you gotta (Hustle Hard) Turn 14 to 28 fast 56 to 100 grams now im on yo ass (Hustle Hard) and 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 you suckas hands because im better than you,you,him,and your other man they need no brown when they makin' them sucka jams but they get on the radio and turn to the gutterman you and your R&B boss make a good couple fam I'ma catch you at lover's lane like Son of Sam SongtexteGot the revolver in my fuckin' hand Automatics like that hot 97 concert summer jam half of my work,make samples to keep em' comin' fam I sample 50 like i just copped a hundred grams [Chorus x4: 50 cent] Hustle Hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pat Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back [Verse 2: Papoose] At age 7 this nigga tried to sell me 6 You can't jerk me I got more scales than fish Nigga's mad cuz 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 ballz This nigga owe me some money tryin' to duck my callz Follow them up the oneway 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 oozay I ain't have a sidekick but I hit em' on a 2-way 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 Thats why I Ieave they family 'morning' like 'breakfast' They see other niggaz do it and then they try to follow Thats why I leave they family 'mourning' like 'alonzo' [Chorus x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pat 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 invite you on buyin' my mike recital was vinyl Shine a light that'll blind you My Light that'll fight for your title Cry for psysem like michael My life recycle is psycho da pschobanktual bible Look in the eyez of your idle Im right behind you I Lined you I Stifled yours you rap niggaz marked for death like Michael Moore (Hustle hard) Yeah even my rhymes is 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' Text's from niggaz who rappin' Text messages from niggaz who producin' Now a days I get more Texas than Houston (Hustle hard) Ha you ain't doin' no real bubblin' you keep your end of the street stop air hustlin' [Chorus x4: 50 cent] Hustle hard Money Stack Sell that dope Sell that crack Sell that pat Sell that gat Sell that pussy Holla back Aus Songtexte Mania