Lyrics: DJ Kayslay. More Than Just a DJ. Hustle Game.

[feat. Bun B, Webbie, Lil Boosie & Nicole Wray]

[Chorus: Nicole Wray]
H-U-S-T-L-E! - Get yo' game up, game up!
Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us!
We be everywhere we street famous, famous
So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper!
H-U-S-T-L-E! - Get yo' game up, game up!
Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us!
We be everywhere we street famous, famous!

[Bun B:]
Say! - I'm a trill ass nigga, wait let me define
I'm down for my issue with that bread on my mine.
I'm built for that big boy shit like Depends
And outside of the fam' - we ain't got no friends!
I got a couple priors a couple pendin
We know you ain't a gangsta hoe so stop pretendin'.
I checked your resume it don't compute
If ya bought this and sold that where's ya loot?
I know you don't wanna compare ya hustle game with me
Your cards two years old and your chain is three.
Bitch you can't hang with me! - And it's plain as day
Your niggas ain't got it in 'em then swing this way.
Your reputation is built on bullshit
So the .4-5th I pull quick and give you the full clip!
I didn't want to but I had to do it
Since I did it for the hood I was glad to do it! - Nigga!

[Chorus: Nicole Wray (Webbie)]
H-U-S-T-L-E! - Get yo' game up, game up!
Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us!
We be everywhere we street famous, famous
So when you see me I'm just gettin paper, paper!
H-U-S-T-L-E! - Get yo' game up, game up!
Don't be walkin 'round tryin to blame us, blame us!
We be everywhere we street famous, famous! (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Look!)

[Webbie:]
I'm trill young savage I'm the youngest of the fam
Bad bitch long hair good weed in the air. [sniff]
I got a ounce of that kush! - No seeds up in there
Virgin bitch tight puss had to squeeze up in there.
When a nigga hit the do' you know it G's up in here
It got cold all the pussy-niggas freeze up in here. (here!)
Me, Slay, Bad Azz, Bun B up in here (yeah!)
Four G's see we all blow trees; we don't care!
Mac-10 snuck it in for the clowns 'round here! ('round here!)
Make a motherfucker sit they ass down somewhere! (down somewhere!)
Had some niggas outside waitin 'round somewhere ('round somewhere!)
Headline on Channel 9 you got found somewhere (found somewhere!)
I'm a laugh my ass off blowin a pund somewhere (hahaaaaaaaa!)
With two big flippers and some gowns and some slippers.
Hot metal like the weather more clips than the Clippers
Savage Life in stores now gon' get it, nigga! (gon' get it, nigga!) - SO?

[Chorus]

[Lil' Boosie:]
Look! - Some say I talk alot of shit well I was raised wrong
Coke dealers who got tired of bein broke niggas.
I'm walkin' outside with the .4-5, yeah!
I can't be scared drinkin' purple to the head.
Permit the scene, yeah we leanin in that boot nigga!
Heroin got niggas gone so we shoot quicker! (uh!)
They call us country cause we thuggin in a small county
City folk they ain't grateul for their good surroundings.
I run that shit that make the real nigga stand up
It's Boosie, Bad Azz trap like and what?
Asylum signed me! - Now a nigga find me
On BET with W-E-E-D! (yo man!)
I.E. 98, I'm an underground hard hitter.
How you spit how you spit it? - God nigga!
KaySlay, I'm underrated and I promise you
I'm fittin' to hit the rap game and this what I'm a do.
Fuck I don't love like Rosa Parks hit the bus
Niggas in the south spittin but them niggas ain't us. (THEY AIN'T US!)
We drank tusk, smoke purp with the DipSet
Grip Tec's! - And hit niggas in they flippin' neck!
All I want is my respect! - I ain't gon' say nothin' else
I'm a let the case rest! Boosie, Bad Azz! [beat stops]