Too Hort 4 Tha Hustlas lyrics

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 ceme