Do It for the Hustlers

[Intro]
Yeah
Hell motherfucking Rell (damn right)
Ruger (Rell), Dipset, nigga (let's go)
Let's get it, man
Yeah, yeah
I mean what it's all for, man? (what it's all for?)
It ain't for the fucking money (never), it ain't for the fame (uh-uh)
It ain't for these bitches, nigga (no, sir), this is for the hell of it
Hahaha, Weeks Ave, nigga, Dipset all motherfucking day
You know who I do it for, nigga (you know), it's for these streets
It's for the gangstas, man (I got y'all, nigga), yo

[Hook]
I do it for the love even though I get hate (hate)
I do it for the hustlers, niggas that get cake (cake)
I do it for the gangsters who never coming home (home)
While you're sitting in ya cell, let me put you in ya zone (yeah, yeah)
I do it for the goons that stay cripped up (up)
I do it for the hoes that's down for a quick fuck (fuck)
I do it for the homies that's dead and deceased ('ceased)
You know what it is, man, I do it for the streets (for the streets)

[Verse 1]
There go Rell in that mean drop, Ruger seventeen shot
Get ya whole team popped for thinking this a slingshot (nope)
A walking time bomb waiting to explode (boom)
Fuck your navigation, blow your ass off your throat (yeah)
In the A, I heard they lean with it, rock with it (word?)
But on my block, we machine with it, Glock with it (that's right)
Come through your hood with the beam on top of it
Got five birds, I'm trying to move every drop of it (let's go)
Somebody please call the plumber cause the watch is flooded (flooded)
And I'mma keep on spitting long as the block love it (they love it)
Nigga, my haze sticky, my tennis shoes come find me
Nigga, I'm stupid cocky (you know me), you wanna shoot me? Probably
What if I said I don't give you don't like me (I don't give a fuck)
I'm young, arrogant and icy, we can scrap if you wanna fight me (let's go)
We can bang if you got a strap (bang!)
15 shots in the motherfucking chopper, I'm damn sure he ain't want that (buck buck buck buck)
Nope, cause I'm a certified Weeks Ave nigga (Weeks!)
175, rep the street ave, nigga (come on)
Thank God for the bad (yup), thank God for the good (thank God)
Fell in love with the ghetto so thank God for the hood (yes, sir)
And my soldiers, they'll kill you if you jeopardize the general (uh-huh)
Trying to put you up on some game, it's real simple, fool (real simple)
Fuck what I should love, what I could love (could love)
Cause at the end of the day, I got hood love

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
This year Halloween fell on a weekend (weekend)
Me and the goonies went trick-or-treating (let's go)
Robbing all these rappers for chains (stick 'em up)
Until these niggas started snitching on me, man
Why you tripping on me, man? (uh-huh) See, I'm bigger than these lames (uh-huh)
Coke get rock-hard soon as you sit it in the flames
Yeah I'm busting off that chrome, yeah I'm 'bout to off your dome
Kill a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes (uh-huh)
Yeah I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone
Look at my neck and wrist, I'm rocking what it cost for homes (bling)
Yeah I'm always with some shooters, yeah I'm always with the ruger
'Bout to buy an ounce of haze, smoke myself into a stupor
I see I gotta take a few lames to school (alright)
Niggas think they're calling shots cause they won a few games of pool (it's nothing)
My pocket is pregnant, nigga, the due date soon (soon)
'Bout to take this shit over, gangsta, stay tuned (yeah)

[Hook]