[Verse 1]
Check it out
I get my hustle up
Not a little buttercup
Fresh pair of jeans
Blue vans and a button up
Livin like a zipper
Never get another buck
Using luck as my lover i love her
But i never touch her enough
She said it doesnt fit
So i must a quit
I love to live
But living doesnt love this
So i just do what to adjust to
What to do when Love
N Luck want to fuck you up
What must a thug do
Do i even thug
Or does thug love approve of lust
Im hood with my thinkin
Five times five im good with the lincolns
Town car as a gypsy cab
Or i move around stars with a fifty in cash
Still the Inner City Livin in Me
I feel the Inner City so im really real
Now forgive me a bit uh

[Chorus]
To the foul line to the key
Come on a do a suicide with me
N***a hustle n***a hustle
N***a hustle n***a hustle
To the half court line
To the next key
Only the real ballers gonna get me
N***a hustle n***a hustle
N***a hustle n***a hustle


[Verse 2]
Get my 1s n 2s up like a rookie DJ
Lookin at me for the sake of pushin these great beats
Hustle music while im flippin the bird
Pick of the third is a better pick from the litter
Than get the worse quick uh
The word n***a came from a bird in the river NIGER
This that egyptian fire
Walk like a talk like a bengal bangle
Mangle the main frame of braids getting tangled
And gettin a few chips n listening to music
And n***as who didn't listen to KRS n blueprint
HMM does that make me stupid
Or does that make the reason hate needs new music for me
Shit is a scene
Just let me call life a bitch now i can get in between
So let me hit in n breeze
Nirvana in the long run
N no drama when this songs done

[Chorus]
To the foul line to the key
Come on a do a suicide with me
Work it out
N***a hustle hustle
Hustle hustle
To the half court line
To the next key
Only the real ballers gonna get me
N***a hustle n***a hustle
N***a hustle n***a hustle