[L.O.G. talking]
Hustla, I be hustlin`, I be the hustla, nigga
[L.O.G.]
I be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt
I plan it first, get with my click and, they learn they shit
Now we out on the flight hittin` motherfuckin` licks
No talkin` shit, we got some business
We gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas
More ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, glock
Mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin`, strong muscle heavy
Takin` over, patrol ya
They run in your shit like a Desert Storm soulja
Screamin` Wartime, what is yours is now mine
Now can you define, a hustla, must be me L.O.G. from the S.A.C.
The M-O-B `til I D-I-E, now do you feel me, these niggaz that try to kill me
I`m with it, I got some caps I wanna peel G, to the chest, straight slug `em
`Cause I don`t love `em, `matter of fact, this a jack, so motherfuck `em
He got some nerve, tryin to lie `bout that quarter bird
Not knowin` that hustlin` is the skills to pay bills
[Chorus]
Hustlin` is the skills to pay the bills nigga
Hustlin` is the skills to pay the bills nigga
Hustlin` is the skills to pay the bills nigga
Hustlin` is the skills, hustlin` is the skills
[L.O.G.]
Now get yo ass on the ground, bitch spread yo legs
Put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead
`Cause see I`m jackin` for your loot, your motherfuckin` yayo
No time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go
So say your prayers, motherfucker look me in my eyes
You `bout to die, (gun cock, gun blast), goodbye
Me and my niggaz, we can`t get no jive
Hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride
For yo merchandise, I even take yo life
And after midnight, you besta stay the fuck out of site
I`m not a player hater, I`m just a player breaker
I catch him slippin`, then your broke, and then yo ass is smoked
`Cause I done told ya, I`m a soulja
lickin` motherfuckers out they boulders
Crack, let me get that out you black
You fuckin` `round with some niggaz who like to ride and jack
For a livin`, so nigga thanks for your givin`
And if you wouldn`t gave, you would`ve slept in your grave
So you best not never slip, `cause niggaz like me
L.O.G., is jackin` for your ?????
[Chorus]
[L.O.G.]
Kickin` in doors and slappin` hoes, dope and gold
For the love of cash flows, who knows
What you get hittin` licks nigga, I`m gettin` greedy like Uncle Scrooge
With a nina millimeter, I need a, `nother victim to take, to break
He hesitate, to make, I can`t wait, to penetrate, his chest plate
No fake, I be buckin` `em, and when you see L.O.G., I be hustlin`
`Cause niggaz in my click, jackin` for yo shit, packin` shit thats chrome
Ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, `bout to send you home
In a body bag, `cause thats yo ass nigga
Ski mask way, is the ways I raise my cash these days, nigga, and I`mma get paid
[Chorus]
[L.O.G. talking]
I be the hustla, L.O.G., who I be, a motherfuckin` hustla
