T.I.
Hustle Gang Business
[Intro: Ra Ra]
Yeah
Woo
Yeah
Huh
You know it
Yeah
[?]
Yeah
Huh
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[Verse 1: Ra Ra]
Every n***a I hang with got [?]
Every bitch I fuck with got ass
[?] this game bare face, no mask
I'm in every hood, I don't need no pass
Sippin on lean, High Tech, know that
Pop a lil perc, go to work, yes sir
Money over hoes all day, I prefer
[?] young G [?]
Buss it out the rapper [?]
[?]
Fish tail Benz off the lot
Huh
All a n***a needed was a shot
Magic City money on the day shift
Valet park my spaceship
[?] face lift
Blue face [?] my new friend
Ride by myself, I don't do friends
All the dope boy do is win
All the young dope boys love me
Déjà Vu, [?] thug [?]
Came out the [?] got [?]
Neighborhood legend, we was stars in the trap
Dope hole bunking, [?]
Walked off [?] then ran up a sack
[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
And I'ma die 'bout mine
Had to kick push, I done found my grind
They screaming at all of my shows and shit
N***as scared [?] they hoes and shit
[?] to the face
No room at the top, bitch, you all in my space
But fuck that, and even [?] see him [?]
Know we gotta shoot first, no bust back
So much paper in my pockets, [?] bust that
I'm like Vick with the sack, don't rush that
And if you [?] trust me, I wouldn't trust that
N***as be suspect
Woo
Bitch, I think that I'm on
West coast weed, and I think that I'm gone
Had to kick back, bitch, I feel like I'm home
And ain't no bitch harder, don't feel like I'm grown
I might just go [?] the brick man
'Cause if a n***a look sweet, he a lick and
Na, never been friendly, no handouts
Hell na, not really, MJ with the shots, so the coach can't bench me
Tryna get a Ben, and I ain't talking 'bout a Bentley
See that I'm shining, you ain't gotta feel me
Might still get a Bentley, just to drop the ceiling
[Verse 3: T.I.]
It ain't no pretending
We got enormous ego
And all [?] important people
Ignoring the Pressure, me, I see no evil
[?] succeed
Weather selling that weed, [?] trapping 96 or 2016
Do what I say [?] say what I mean
[?] convertable's four door
Look like we posing for photos
Hundred K, kick it in [?]
Worried 'bout no ho
Catch me in New York [?]
Smoking weed, dodging the po-po
Pop me a perc, said I wouldn't do this no more
With four hoes who wanna go, and I'm screaming yolo
Yeah, ain't no solo dolo, silly dolo [?]
[?] pull up at the curb
Fuck what you done heard, know that shit [?]
[?] what I deserve, yeah
Good advice, I pay that no concern
[?] live and you learn, yeah
Tryna organize, chaotic mind
While I monitise [?]
[?] some more
N***as I don't feel no more
[?]
You dig?
[Verse 4: B.o.B]
You know who it is, it's the Bobby Ray band
She know I'm in town for Bobby Ray land
[?] main stand
She broke tryna dance, I guess she breaking bands
And freeze, hit her with the K [?]
Get a bitch a face lift
One of those
[?] by the cases
Blowing green faces, make the bitches [?]
Treat it like a day shift
[?] clock out
And I stay on [?]
[?] strike out
They only love you when you're down
And my window down
And my indo loud
And my [?]
And my neighbors wild
Hustle Gang, boy, you should've stayed [?]
Bobby!