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[L.O.G. talking] Hustla, I be hustlin', I be the hustla, nigga [L.O.G.] I be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt I plan it first, get with my click and, they learn they shit Now we out on the flight hittin' motherfuckin' licks No talkin' shit, we got some business We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas More ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, glock Mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin', strong muscle heavy Takin' over, patrol ya They run in your shit like a Desert Storm soulja Screamin' "Wartime, what is yours is now mine" Now can you define, a hustla, must be me L.O.G. from the S.A.C. The M-O-B 'til I D-I-E, now do you feel me, these niggaz that try to kill me I'm with it, I got some caps I wanna peel G, to the chest, straight slug 'em 'Cause I don't love 'em, 'matter of fact, this a jack, so motherfuck 'em He got some nerve, tryin to lie 'bout that quarter bird Not knowin' that hustlin' is the skills to pay bills [Chorus] Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga Hustlin' is the skills to pay the bills nigga Hustlin' is the skills, hustlin' is the skills Songtexte [L.O.G.] Now get yo ass on the ground, bitch spread yo legs Put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead 'Cause see I'm jackin' for your loot, your motherfuckin' yayo No time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go So say your prayers, motherfucker look me in my eyes You 'bout to die, (gun cock, gun blast), goodbye Me and my niggaz, we can't get no jive Hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride For yo merchandise, I even take yo life And after midnight, you besta stay the fuck out of site I'm not a player hater, I'm just a player breaker I catch him slippin', then your broke, and then yo ass is smoked 'Cause I done told ya, I'm a soulja lickin' motherfuckers out they boulders Crack, let me get that out you black You fuckin' 'round with some niggaz who like to ride and jack For a livin', so nigga thanks for your givin' And if you wouldn't gave, you would've slept in your grave So you best not never slip, 'cause niggaz like me L.O.G., is jackin' for your ????? [Chorus] [L.O.G.] Kickin' in doors and slappin' hoes, dope and gold For the love of cash flows, who knows What you get hittin' licks nigga, I'm gettin' greedy like Uncle Scrooge With a nina millimeter, I need a, 'nother victim to take, to break He hesitate, to make, I can't wait, to penetrate, his chest plate No fake, I be buckin' 'em, and when you see L.O.G., I be hustlin' 'Cause niggaz in my click, jackin' for yo shit, packin' shit thats chrome Ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, 'bout to send you home In a body bag, 'cause thats yo ass nigga Ski mask way, is the ways I raise my cash these days, nigga, and I'mma get paid [Chorus] [L.O.G. talking] I be the hustla, L.O.G., who I be, a motherfuckin' hustla Aus Songtexte Mania