I'm talking to you. Y'all don't want nothing with me.) All day, all night, front of the store, my daddy's format. Tustle on this corner, hustle on this
while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on
and moved it to the other side He visited our spot, this girl was on my dick She said, "I love you, Juvenile but you know you the shit" I grabbed on
when it's on they gon' run And please believe when we come, we gon' come like a nut cum Down and dirty in these streets, rough and rugged on these freaks
loaded up, keep yo game tight if you don't yo brains blowed up, if you hustle keep a pistol wit 17 on yo hip, if a nigga run up on you trippin' let
Chorus] [Juvenile] I had a little profit out the other hood I used to go by her house in the wee-wee hours Creeping, laying the wood They had niggaz on
no way we won't hit Playin' a game with no rules so you get crept on Red dots beamin' u better have your vest on Uptown consists of nothin' but them real
iron! Verse 4: (Juvenile) Now a nigga was makin cake rolls by the case loads kept a chopper with a arm fold wherever I go and I always had to hustle
s all good where I stay, niggaz hustle all day They don't play, you fuck wit em Won't neva take {click} put a end to yo day When I bust on yo face and
them niggas on the grind round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) You know then niggas slang that iron round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) The task force pass on time round here (Juvenile
, yeah And we'd ball 'til we fall - can you feel that? Yeeeeeaaaaahhhhh [Juvenile] More blunts to smoke up on the streets with peace Without a worry on
inches on the car that I'm driving Went from dimes to quakes, to money like Bill Gates Doing a hundred on interstates, and Hummers on 38's We are C.M
and Hot muthafuckin Boyz [Juvenile] I was standin on the muthafuckin corner, you dig Head buzzin 'cause I'm rolling marijuana, you dig My lil cousin keep on
me steppin' in the mud when I'm up in the hood Catch me hustlin' on the block when I'm up in the hood Catch me clutchin' on my glock when I'm up in the
discharged and set free fuck who's going sex me, my mind is more based on making my next G now let's see nothing on me as a juvenile no more moving foul
't shit on it But I was determined to get a little gliss on em The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em And every bitch that was fronting, I'ma piss on
Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop [Hook: Juvenile
be thuggin' behind a project buildin' Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children Plottin' on a way that we can make a million million Lord Lord Now I'm on