Hustlers Theme

[Verse 1: Lejo]
I turned a couple of answers into a couple of keys
I'll be out of the dope game in a couple of weeks
Run through a couple of freaks, smack a couple of cheeks
I'm stealth off the radar, fuck the police
I got connections and plugs, with lectures and drugs
We party till folding, breakfast with a thug
Secret societys, illegal organizations
I come with people with power, the heart of the nation
That's in Miami Florida, or sweets in Vegas
Life can be outragious, listen I can take us
My track record is that of a good erner
Keep a stack, and smoke good berner
Big business man, down to the niggas that grit
Fucking with us, they need another US [?]
For a half, get a young nigga the blast
I think I'm getting [?] from getting so much cash

[Chorus: TXX Will]
Money baby, I know how to make it
You on top of the game, I'm stripping it naked
Bring it back to basics, money baby
It's making my city go
Crazy for [?], keep that hustle theme [?]

[Verse 2: TXX Will]
Catch me in the inner city midnight rolling with the top down
[?] I'm thinking not now
See all the things, hard work done payed off
I'm counting money while them other cats get laied off
But I don't trip, cause I'm the man behind the scenes now
Still stacking paper and enjoying finer things now
[?] everybody knows me
With a pocket full of cheese, that's the way it's supposed to be
I'm in and out of town, with midnight flights
Ariving at 6 AM, and returning the same night
I make moves and I don't be seen
And when I do be seen, you do believe I do be [?]
Getting my money how I did it, spend it just how I live it
Hustling how I kick it, ain't nobody fucking with it
I roll with hustlers, make your gang seem irelevant
So much money, enough to choak a fucking elephant

[Chorus: TXX Will]
Money baby, I know how to make it
You on top of the game, I'm stripping it naked
Bring it back to basics, money baby
It's making my city go
Crazy for [?], keep that hustle theme [?]

[Verse 3: Sundae]
Know what the price be, Sundae she so icey
Tight jeans and a wifebeater, your whole neck chroam, but not me
Heard you don't like me, my wrist rapped in ice pink
My lips clap like po-po, better get off me
Show them who the boss be, show them how to ball things
Show you how to turn a soft packet to a hard key
I charge a large fee, [?]
28 inches on your bitches, or you get ran over
You know the plans over, fucking you and your mans over
I'm like the police, in these streets I got a damb quota
So flip a whole quarter, a quarter every hour
You know I did that, dollars, turn around and flip that dollar
Know I need the block, I bleed the block
I coke, dope and weed the block
Ecstosy the block, you know I need the block
I bleed the block, I coke, dope and weed the block
Cause KC the block

[Chorus: TXX Will]
Money baby, I know how to make it
You on top of the game, I'm stripping it naked
Bring it back to basics, money baby
It's making my city go
Crazy for [?], keep that hustle theme [?]