Cassidy - I’m A Hustla - Street Mix (Dirty Version) lyrics

Nigga ask about me
(yeah, yeah) nigga ask about me (yeah, yeah)

Nigga ask about me
(yeah, yeah) nigga ask about me (yeah, yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)
Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

(This for all my niggaz that's
Goin through the struggle)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

(that's on the grind)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

(All my niggaz that ever had to
Hustle to get at a dollar)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

(this for y'all man)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

(Personality change, man)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

(The Kid Cassidy, this for the hood)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey

I got the product
Narcotics for the customers homey

Fiend's open they be smokin
Like a muffler homey

Niggaz phoney so I only got
A couple of homies

If you a hustler I could-I
Could fuck wit you homey

You spend a couple of bucks I'll
Stay in touch with you homey

I get money I get 20 a K
I got 20 strips all doin 20 a day - ay!

I get cake from buds and haze I'm makin dubs

They hatin cause I'm on the
Grind like I'm makin love

Wit cops got the block hot
Like a Jamaican clubs

Cop wait
Wait for a drought and then I make a flood

Try to take my cake you gon' take a slug

But you can take my information
If you takin drugs
'Cause I could sell Raid to a bug

I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug
'cause

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

Nigga ask a nigga-nigga ask about me (yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey
(yeah)

I'm married to the game
Same bride just a new groom

I do more then just do tunes

'Cause my bills come in too soon
My son gon' be two soon

Royalty checks come like once in a blue moon

But I'm gettin my dough from doin shows

I made more dough on the
Grind than goin' gold

That's why I stay fly and
I'm flagon on hoes

Floss is so cool, in Austin no shoes

Just a rubberband on my wrist no jewels

I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm no fool

I know the rules and
I ain't got time for it

But a nigga will shine
When it's time for it

And they will hate you deal
With the real cake

And they on the corner from
Mornin to real late

I deal weight and if you bastards doubt me

I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me

Yeah paid you got saved don't
Be spend the change

In fifth grade I was hustlin my Genesis games

I was dumb young sellin chewin
Gum to my classmates

On the cash chase movin at a fast pace

Never been a dummy never did
What the dummies do

So I had a mill' to burn before I turned 22

"More money, more problems" is true

Because the more money I make
The more problems for you

Yeah I used dude voice props to the boy Shawn

He made it a hot line I made a hot song

So, stop drawin man you got to respect it

I'm the best Swizz got to
Perfected don't mess wit

C-A double-S-ID-Y

'Cause I became the best when B-IG died

The Kid do it big like P-U-N

'Cause I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N, and

This for all my niggaz that's goin through

The struggle that's on the grind

All my niggaz that ever had to
Hustle to get at a dollar

This for y'all man, personality change, man

He Kid Cassidy, this for the hood echoes