Hustla - Lil' Keke

Gangstas and grinders hoodlums and hustlers

By any means necessary to come from the bottom

To turn nothing into something to travel the storm

And persevere through anything I am a hustler

My brother's keeper Young Don ni**a ok

I am a hustler yes Don Ke 7-13 hey yeah

Heart of a hustler bout his paper yeah he bread winning

I am a fighter not a lover keep they head spinning

Yeah pretty cars big stallion

I got my shooter in the corner call him Ray Allen

They smoking Reggie Miller you know that sh*t I serve

We high as Blake Griffin cooking up Larry Bird's

They say the city mine I see the lights flashing

Wrecking niggaz checking niggaz while the checks cashing

I'm so tired of roaches I can't stand leeches

Catch me sipping pomegranates I'm on Hawaiian beaches

7-13 we rolling like the mob

Get you some badness go to work and do your own job

Them suckers still hating I'm still doing me

Houston Texas legendary Mr Don Ke

Monster up and make it rough I got a tougher grind

Unlock the cage for the beast they know it's suppertime

All that capping and that talking ni**a pay your tab

I spent fifty on the Lac before I drove the slab

The ice prices like the coc*ine and cream gravy

Welcome to Texas where them thangs over thirty lately

Heart of a hustler bout his paper yeah he bread winning

I am a fighter not a lover keep they head spinning

Uh pretty cars big stallion

I got my shooter in the corner call him Ray Allen

Uh bob your head say your prayers

Come up missing nobody cares

F**k a broke ni**a why even bother

Hustle hard like the Lord coming back tomorrow

This for Boo-Boo this for T-Man this for Cory Blount

This for 13 the one with 7 in the front

Niggaz talking niggaz bumping but I still get it

Don Ke about his paper ni**a deal with it

If you a gangsta ni**a stand up

If you gon' get it by any means stand up

Do it from your heart ni**a the introduction of my life

Don Ke 7-13 heart of a hustler