Kunci: E minor
Intro 1
Em
G
Bm
B
Em
G
Em
G
Bm
B
Em
G
Em
Verse 1
Em
Yeah,
B
yeah, just when you thought that I gave up
Em
I came back with my weight up,
G
Em
your boy had to save up
These niggas still got they hate up
I'm jumpin' out somethin' brand new,
My roots is nappy, I tell a bitch,
"Ah naw"
Em
G
'Cause Yung Redd ride
Em
swangas on a Boss Hogg
I'm livin' proof of what
the hustle can do
And if work for me then it
might work for you
B
And they try to figure me out,
but you don't have a clue
Em
G
Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do
I still stunted mo' than your growth
I blow indo,
B
my whole life went up in smoke, but
Y'all don't know the trouble I been in
Em
My wheels keep spinnin',
G
Em
on the bubble I been's in
It won't stop until my casket drops
Until a nigga voice give out,
G
B
that's all it's about, what?
Verse 2
B
G
Em
When it's time to go
G
Bm
B
Em
When God calls me on home, mmm
G
Em
I'll take my bow and be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
Verse 3
is like a soap opera,
it's full of drama
Em
Mama say niggas be hatin' 'cause
why these hoes love me so much
They like the way I profile on
B
them dubs in my truck, hey
I'm too much,
you could look but don't touch
Cross me if you want,
Em
G
Em
you'll get a headrush
I'm the top prospect,
my deal more than A- Rod
The wheel gone be grilled but
Say boy, Lil' Ron, I don't play
My shit is pure right,
Em
G
Em
yours look like barkay
Forty grand a day, hey, I must be a hustla
Six bricks, dog- proof,
Bad motherfucker, but a small dude
Em
I'll break ya neck like that nigga
G
Em
"Ravishing" Rick Rude
And I won't complain,
when The Lord calls me home
I'll take my bow and then be gone
Verse 4
B
Em
G
Em
When it's time to go
G
Bm
B
Em
When God calls me on home, mmm
G
Em
I'll take my bow and be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
Verse 5
two- time loser,
done seen the pen twice (huh)
G
Em
Thrice is a no go,
G
Em
I'm still sellin' snow dough
I got me two birds that my
partner pushed to me
Since I been paroled, that nigga,
B
Now I tend to brag a lot so niggas label
me a showboat (uh- huh)
Em
I tell 'em, "Stick and stones'll break
G
a bone but this ain't yo' dope
Em
To tell me nothin' fly,
you ain't gave me one gram"
So what a sucker say,
G
Em
I ain'ts to give one damn
Em
that I'm just 145 (right)
G
5'8", physically I'm lightweight
Em
But check the streets,
they'll say that I'm heavy and thorough (sho')
Run the gangsta, checkin' partner,
B
pull up every bureau (what?)
I helds my own, holds my own,
holds my chrome
Em
G
Plus it's clone for when it's on
make sure they sketch in my stone
"Twisted Black,
hustle hard in the paint 'til he was gone"
Verse 6
Time to go
Em
G
Em
When it's time to go
G
B
When God calls me on home, mmm
Em
G
Em
I'll take my bow and be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
B
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
Outro 1
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