Straight Hustlin'

"Street hustlin'"

Back in the days when the Banks was broke
I had to find me a grind that was better than dope
To have cash in my pockets and some fly-ass clothes
And flip me a bucket just to ride my hoes
But I was stuck, tryin' to keep my head on straight
Watchin' my partners makin' dollars while the streets was safe
But now it's wild as fuck, and I ain't pressin' my luck
To be the next statistic catchin' two to the gut
That ain't me, I had to be smarter than that
Bein' legit about shit is where my heart was at
So then I got into music and found how to use it
And make me some cash, and now these fake-ass crews
Gettin' mad 'cause I got what they wish they had
Some cash, money, and hoes, and boy, my bitches are bad
And you would think I was sidin', but I'm not bustin'
I'm just tryin' to get my cash on, nigga
Yeah, straight hustlin'

"I'm just hustlin'"
"Tryin' to make a dollar bill"
"Doin' just a little bit"
"Yeah"

In '85, I was thinkin' of a master plan
To have my own tape out, and then I had a chance
With a cheap keyboard and a fake-ass reverb
("It's Yettin Ant Banks") is all you heard
In the streets of Oakland with my nigga Terry T
Yeah, we made that shit look easy, you know
Slangin' tapes at the schoolhouse, makin' my scratch
Ten dollars a pop, yeah, we was knockin' the patch
Out they ass, makin' hits on a four-track
And we was so damn dope, makin' the shit sound so fat
You couldn't fade it, we took it to our uzi
'Cause Moses and Thurman and Larry had the juice, see?
That's where I came from back in the days
Much love to Trav because he paved the way
For me to get in the game and start bustin'
These funky-ass beats that I'm sellin' to y'all
I'm just hustlin'

"I'm just hustlin'"
"Tryin' to make a dollar bill"
"Doin' just a little bit"
"Yeah"

You gotta put some muscle in your hustle if you're gonna come up
And you can slang anything, just don't give up
Until you're rich as fuck and you can say, "Shit, I did that"
And kick back on your stack like a Big Mac
And live fat, 'cause that's how it's meant to be
And anything else really ain't shit to me
'Cause I done struggled nearly all of my life
Fuck workin' for the white man, that ain't tight
I got love for my homies on the streets that's rollin'
Keep makin' your grip, and we can take control
Of this fucked-up world, 'cause it ain't no love, bitch
And we can all make a killin', yeah, straight hustlin'

"Street hustlin'"
"Straight hustlin'"
"Yeah"

Yeah, I just wanna say what's up to all my niggas out there hustlin'
Keep that shit up, you know, 'cause it's all good
Yo, we got my nigga P-double-E-W-double-E in the motherfuckin' house
What's up, you bald-headed wonder?
We doin' this shit, Dangerous Crew for life