Songtext Still hustlin' Daz Dillinger

Still hustlin'

Uh, uh yeah uh
Just another one, just another one
Uh uh, check it [Verse 1]
Never touch mine, breakin' ya hustleWatchin' ya crumble over punk shitRunnin' ya mouth, now you in trouble
Got ya whole click sittin' there hot
We at the spot
Feed the money counters into the block
And at the top is an old ladyMatchin' Mercedes, servin' her husband
Cause the homie's crazy
Bought up and drunken
Straight thuggin' and trees burn
Weed clouds get distributed
Eyes turn red palms sweat
When niggas hit the shit
The AC on, CD knockin' and it's the GamblazGhetto platinum, stuck in some shit
You know we handle em'They still talkin' still hustlin' still musclin'And takin' over, catchin' your queen
With no smugglin'She told it all
Checkmate like Mac MallWe all ball, we dogs
With no plaques on the wall
We independent on some other shitMovin' them boxes
Cause it's cash on delivery
The safe in the closet
We still lovin' it [Verse 2]
I wanna get riches, flip sixes, and own a condoBlowin' Bom though cause the niggas is some smokers
In the Gamblaz shack with craps, and scraps for poker
We stock brokers, we trained just like Wall StreetI look at all my competition this war meets
The Gamblaz, we ghetto platinum and y'all weak
Though I sit back blow off Rap City all weekSeein' garbage ass rappers that think it's all sweetIt's deep, better watch the Gamblaz we on creep
The first to leap, get sweeped beneath the feet
Man I treat the world to million dollar rhymes and lines
About thugs movin' dimes and carryin' loaded nines
Fatal times and crimes keep fuckin' up my mindI'm blind and still livin' life on the line
Read the line status, hits to hits in my defense
I don't wanna get penned to the fence and get rich
Everyboy say I'm takin' a risk to get richTryin' to flip off a million dollar dissin' and shitSplittin' sections to fractions, perhaps it's for actions
They got me bringin' pain like the tractions, what happened [Verse 3]
Yo, yo, yo
More money to get, O's to flip, hoes to breakClockin' loot from state to state movin' major weight
Like cargo, breakin' em' off something hardcore
We all roll, to have big money is what we ball for
In and out of lanes countin' my cash
With a blunt on my lips and ounce of my stash
We bounce fast up the block, tuck the glock then skatRockin' raps won't stop till my pockets fatI'm out to profit in this game till my time is over
I spend my spare time hustlin' and grindin' doja
Fuck exposure just show me the cash up front
We mash punks and shoot lyrics like we blastin' pumps, what [Verse 4]
Smoke, smoke, smoke till I can't smoke, smoke, smoke
I fucks a ho till she can't fuck no more
In it been gettin' it like lobster and shrimp
I don't know why I'm a hell of a pimp
I strive with a limp, flip the gift and get swifted
On my mama, I'm a fool I get with this
I don't admit, fuck all y'all ya crew's small
All the funky funky girls just ball
Flip my dick in her jaw, fuck the law
Diggy Daz the shit straight breakin' the law
Tell me, tell me, tell me who's number one
That nigga Daz, all these suckers get done [Verse 5]
I been thugged out since day on, also pays to come
Dues been done paid, blocks been done sprayed
Ya whole click can't fade one nigga in my crew
Paper bound is what I represent cause money I pursue
I ain't takin' losses dog while niggas crossin' game
Live for money fuck fame and all my life I endure pain
I ain't no lame so don't try to play me for no jokes
Weed smoke and Hennessey got me easy to provoke
Turn to music top my folks, Vicky, Tera, MacyI got it sowed from BK street to the A-V-EAnd y'all hatin' me cause my riches steadily stackin'I see ya whole crew standin' sold bushes out there with em'Here we go like a phantom but I'm backboard tweezed
Me and the Fig and the Gamblaz flip to L-I-V-EG-O-P bitch