| Song | 4 Tha Hustlas |
| Artist | Ant Banks |
| Album | Big Thangs |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : A. Banks/Eric Breed/Tupac Shakur | |
| Too $hort: | |
| If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| Ohh, come on, come on | |
| Too $hort: | |
| I make money like a motherfucker | |
| It ain't no thang to me | |
| $hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed | |
| Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week | |
| I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me | |
| How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? | |
| The phone and TV ended with a green smell | |
| I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down | |
| $hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now | |
| You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop | |
| I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock | |
| Three players in the game and it's a major | |
| Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager | |
| Today I'm on the westcoast | |
| Tommorrow I'm in Texas | |
| Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus | |
| $horty drop the bass in the mix | |
| You know what's next beitch | |
| I'm sure to get rich | |
| *Chorus* | |
| 2Pac: | |
| Haha | |
| I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw | |
| Til my fuckin casuct drops | |
| Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops | |
| This is for the hustlaaaaas | |
| Believe me coming stapped with the gak | |
| When you see me | |
| Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin | |
| Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin | |
| Born in these projects destined to fate | |
| Collecting mail on these broke bitches | |
| Slanging that game | |
| Now shit done changed | |
| It ain't the the same | |
| I ain't lyin niggas are dyin | |
| Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin | |
| In the penatentary or in the cemetary | |
| Gettin high no need to worry | |
| Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots | |
| Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac | |
| This year bringin you the fix | |
| Including Ant Banks in the mix | |
| We're sure to get rich | |
| Still I ride. | |
| *Chorus* | |
| MC Breed: | |
| I'm a cold-hearted fool | |
| I mean a fool at heart, head strong | |
| and I won't be headed home if he falls apart | |
| Conatact niggas like a part time | |
| When I ride the beat | |
| Ain't no way to hide from the darkside | |
| Man of many mens till the very end | |
| and blend in and change my iden | |
| Just to mix up with the game | |
| They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name | |
| It's mind over matter | |
| I don't mind, you don't matter | |
| Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter | |
| and we can have us a gak to gak talk | |
| Do it old style and do a back to back walk | |
| Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends | |
| and we can put the bull shit to an end | |
| I figure if he plays around he lays around | |
| and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around | |
| Bodies are buried and found all around | |
| and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true | |
| Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya | |
| So guard your girl and pickup your pistol | |
| cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit | |
| The shit won't change as long as I'm alive | |
| I gotta survive and keep it tight | |
| *Chorus* |
| zuo qu : A. Banks Eric Breed Tupac Shakur | |
| Too hort: | |
| If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| Ohh, come on, come on | |
| Too hort: | |
| I make money like a motherfucker | |
| It ain' t no thang to me | |
| hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed | |
| Ain' t no bust partner, that' s the thrid week | |
| I' m going to pimp these hoes, they can' t work me | |
| How the hell you think I get to ride a B12? | |
| The phone and TV ended with a green smell | |
| I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down | |
| hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now | |
| You can ask Breed or Pac it don' t stop | |
| I ain' t bull shittin make a mill when I rock | |
| Three players in the game and it' s a major | |
| Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager | |
| Today I' m on the westcoast | |
| Tommorrow I' m in Texas | |
| Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus | |
| horty drop the bass in the mix | |
| You know what' s next beitch | |
| I' m sure to get rich | |
| Chorus | |
| 2Pac: | |
| Haha | |
| I' d be the thuggin ass outlaw | |
| Til my fuckin casuct drops | |
| Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops | |
| This is for the hustlaaaaas | |
| Believe me coming stapped with the gak | |
| When you see me | |
| Label me a threat to society, but I ain' t quitin | |
| Thug life motherfucker ain' t no bull shittin | |
| Born in these projects destined to fate | |
| Collecting mail on these broke bitches | |
| Slanging that game | |
| Now shit done changed | |
| It ain' t the the same | |
| I ain' t lyin niggas are dyin | |
| Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin | |
| In the penatentary or in the cemetary | |
| Gettin high no need to worry | |
| Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots | |
| Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac | |
| This year bringin you the fix | |
| Including Ant Banks in the mix | |
| We' re sure to get rich | |
| Still I ride. | |
| Chorus | |
| MC Breed: | |
| I' m a coldhearted fool | |
| I mean a fool at heart, head strong | |
| and I won' t be headed home if he falls apart | |
| Conatact niggas like a part time | |
| When I ride the beat | |
| Ain' t no way to hide from the darkside | |
| Man of many mens till the very end | |
| and blend in and change my iden | |
| Just to mix up with the game | |
| They know me by the Breed and they don' t know it' s my last name | |
| It' s mind over matter | |
| I don' t mind, you don' t matter | |
| Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter | |
| and we can have us a gak to gak talk | |
| Do it old style and do a back to back walk | |
| Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends | |
| and we can put the bull shit to an end | |
| I figure if he plays around he lays around | |
| and he' s a motherfucker nbsp?????? calls a corner when I' m around | |
| Bodies are buried and found all around | |
| and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true | |
| Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya | |
| So guard your girl and pickup your pistol | |
| cause you can' t get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit | |
| The shit won' t change as long as I' m alive | |
| I gotta survive and keep it tight | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : A. Banks Eric Breed Tupac Shakur | |
| Too hort: | |
| If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. | |
| Chorus: | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, come on | |
| This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh | |
| Ohh, come on, come on | |
| Too hort: | |
| I make money like a motherfucker | |
| It ain' t no thang to me | |
| hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed | |
| Ain' t no bust partner, that' s the thrid week | |
| I' m going to pimp these hoes, they can' t work me | |
| How the hell you think I get to ride a B12? | |
| The phone and TV ended with a green smell | |
| I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down | |
| hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now | |
| You can ask Breed or Pac it don' t stop | |
| I ain' t bull shittin make a mill when I rock | |
| Three players in the game and it' s a major | |
| Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager | |
| Today I' m on the westcoast | |
| Tommorrow I' m in Texas | |
| Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus | |
| horty drop the bass in the mix | |
| You know what' s next beitch | |
| I' m sure to get rich | |
| Chorus | |
| 2Pac: | |
| Haha | |
| I' d be the thuggin ass outlaw | |
| Til my fuckin casuct drops | |
| Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops | |
| This is for the hustlaaaaas | |
| Believe me coming stapped with the gak | |
| When you see me | |
| Label me a threat to society, but I ain' t quitin | |
| Thug life motherfucker ain' t no bull shittin | |
| Born in these projects destined to fate | |
| Collecting mail on these broke bitches | |
| Slanging that game | |
| Now shit done changed | |
| It ain' t the the same | |
| I ain' t lyin niggas are dyin | |
| Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin | |
| In the penatentary or in the cemetary | |
| Gettin high no need to worry | |
| Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots | |
| Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac | |
| This year bringin you the fix | |
| Including Ant Banks in the mix | |
| We' re sure to get rich | |
| Still I ride. | |
| Chorus | |
| MC Breed: | |
| I' m a coldhearted fool | |
| I mean a fool at heart, head strong | |
| and I won' t be headed home if he falls apart | |
| Conatact niggas like a part time | |
| When I ride the beat | |
| Ain' t no way to hide from the darkside | |
| Man of many mens till the very end | |
| and blend in and change my iden | |
| Just to mix up with the game | |
| They know me by the Breed and they don' t know it' s my last name | |
| It' s mind over matter | |
| I don' t mind, you don' t matter | |
| Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter | |
| and we can have us a gak to gak talk | |
| Do it old style and do a back to back walk | |
| Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends | |
| and we can put the bull shit to an end | |
| I figure if he plays around he lays around | |
| and he' s a motherfucker nbsp?????? calls a corner when I' m around | |
| Bodies are buried and found all around | |
| and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true | |
| Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya | |
| So guard your girl and pickup your pistol | |
| cause you can' t get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit | |
| The shit won' t change as long as I' m alive | |
| I gotta survive and keep it tight | |
| Chorus |