Hustlers

Hustlers run day and night Only sleeping when the time is right Hustling isn't the life Come help me be a hood wife Eat chicken one night feathers the next He won't take checks Running every hustle you've ever been taught Never know when you're going to stop Robbing, skimming, and Pimpin you don't care As long as you have silk underwear Send your b---h out to get paid B---h don't come back till you get laid Once you come back with cash duckies All of the dope dealers get new Uzi's That's when the F'er runs to score Then he gets ready to soar Watch every step or move you make Because he's got a hit to take With every hit he takes The demon inside starts to wake He starts to replay the day Worrying if you'll go stray He knows he's breaking every rule But he still maintains he's super cool So he starts beating you Making you black and blue B---h you come a dime to dozen You cross me you'll be frozen Could mean do or die So don't apply Written by: Denise Huddleston