All I Ever Knew E

I got that thug, money and drugs. Different kind of women, hoes and bitches. Birds in the kitchen, bouncin' over ditches in that New six-trey that I purchased off chickens. This is just the life I live, and the Life I'm livin', I'm a motherfucker pimpin'. Game is game, I heard that. I'ma swerve that bucket and bring them birds back. Clap your hands, make them pigeons fly. Clap your hands, make them pigeons flip. Clap your mans in my pigeon's whip. Gangsta shit, more G than a little bit. Motherfucker, do I look like a buster? Do I talk like niggas you used to, motherfucker? I never let you take this from me, 'cause Ever since a kid I been stackin' this money. Money. Ever since I was a boy, all I Ever knew was hustlin'. Time to get this paper. Yeah. Gotta get that cheese, and don't settle for Nothin'. Won't settle for shit. Make a bitch break bread, and just get this Paper. Bitch drop it like it's hot. 'Cause ever since I was a boy, all I Ever knew was hustlin', hustlin', Yeah. Since a young buck huggin' the block that rock With me. Nice watch, but the dough I got Won't cop Bentleys. So I be on the corner Where the thugs is poppin' Henny all day. DPGC gon' ride with me. Break it down and grind with me, double that Dough stack. Then throw back half towards hustlin' Dope bags. Spend the other half on a gold Jag and chrome 'Nac. Type of shit to make A hater sick when I roll past. Yeah, I got my own cash, hustlin' daily. Everything come from the muscle, you smell me? Ever since I was a young boy on the Block with rhymes. Now it's all about money, Market accounts, stocks and bonds. Bitch listen, I ain't with the funny business. I'm workin' hard as shit to get the foreign Whip sittin' on twenty-sixes. Plus the crib in the Hills with the incredible View. I hustle for real, that's all I ever Knew. Ever knew. Ever since I was a boy, All I ever knew was hustlin'. Time to get this money. Yeah. Gotta get that cheese, and don't settle for Nothin'. Won't settle for shit. Make a bitch break bread, and just get this Paper. Bitch drop it like it's hot. 'Cause ever since I was a boy, all I Ever knew was hustlin', hustlin', Hustlin'. Now it's a new coast, new day. P-H-I way, 101 highway. Got me to the city where bitches look so Pretty. But they can knock your focus off, bite Night, night night. One punch, roof is shot. And the only thing I knew since a young Buck is you gotta represent the spots that you Come from. And come up by any means, 'cause heavy green is everything in the land of Dope fiends with no dreams. Ever since I was a young'un I was havin' Fun. Runnin' wild, hustlin', runnin' numbers for my Uncle Charles. Wanted to be like them dudes on My pop's stoop. Countin' loot on the block, Shootin', loungin' in the coupe, pounds movin'. Grew quick, addicted to loud music. Pursued it, fed 'em the old, sold 'em the New shit. You gotta be a real one if You wanna roll with me. Shit, this last eight bars is worth a couple G's. Keep hustlin'. Ever since I was a boy, All I ever knew was hustlin'. Time to get this money. Gotta get that cheese, and don't settle for nothin'. Won't settle for shit. Uh-nah. bitch break bread, and just get this paper. Bitch drop it like it's hot. 'Cause ever since I was a boy, all I Ever knew was hustlin', hustlin', Hustlin'. It's all about the hustle. You know what I'm sayin'? It's like the homie Rick Ross said, "Every day I'm hustlin'. Every day I'm hustlin'." Gettin' that money. Bitches ain't shit. The police is out to get more money than You, nigga. Yeah. You dig? T-H-R-O.