[Intro:]
Brother remember, remember what momma used to say
We'll get over it, we won't stay under it
[Chorus:]
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
[Verse 1:]
Growin' up I ain't never had nothin'
Had to get out in the streets and get myself somethin', feel me
Chillin' with the Legion of Doom at an early age
Watchin' all the older n***** in the hood get paid
Yo I knew I could get it if I wanted to
Cause I lived on the corner where all the base heads came through
So it was only write that I get me just do B
s***, I ain't choose hustlin', hustlin' chose me
This my block, I live here I sell drugs here
Let a n**** come through and slit my throat
I dare I swear, I got the tre eight in the tree
And the guage is right over there! Where?
In the bushes for you douches with one eye out
A n**** keep lookin'
For the police and them base heads juxin'
s***, I looked for a job, but that ain't last long
I couldn't take it any more
I had to get my hustle on
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm addicted to Carlton Ave servin' the hood
My basketball coach told my moms and that ain't good
I'd hide when she slide through every chance I could
She said "Boy I see you tryin' to get back over in them woods
Wher u get the new sneakers from I know I ain bought 'em"
I told her "[? ] my uncle Tejuan bought 'em"
I grew up around hustlers, she knew I'd try it
She asked me was I doin' it you know I denied it
But I was tired
I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it
f*** the consequeces I knew just how get
Cop that, cook that, chop that, pitch that
Save that, get stacks, fresh kicks, new hat
[? ] new rules, more smoke, more loot
Have crack, get dough, just like rap
Baseheads came back for the hit
My neighbors lookin' 'cause of the traffic
Man, but f*** that s***
[Chorus: repeated to the end]
Brother remember, remember what momma used to say
We'll get over it, we won't stay under it
[Chorus:]
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh)
I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on)
[Verse 1:]
Growin' up I ain't never had nothin'
Had to get out in the streets and get myself somethin', feel me
Chillin' with the Legion of Doom at an early age
Watchin' all the older n***** in the hood get paid
Yo I knew I could get it if I wanted to
Cause I lived on the corner where all the base heads came through
So it was only write that I get me just do B
s***, I ain't choose hustlin', hustlin' chose me
This my block, I live here I sell drugs here
Let a n**** come through and slit my throat
I dare I swear, I got the tre eight in the tree
And the guage is right over there! Where?
In the bushes for you douches with one eye out
A n**** keep lookin'
For the police and them base heads juxin'
s***, I looked for a job, but that ain't last long
I couldn't take it any more
I had to get my hustle on
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm addicted to Carlton Ave servin' the hood
My basketball coach told my moms and that ain't good
I'd hide when she slide through every chance I could
She said "Boy I see you tryin' to get back over in them woods
Wher u get the new sneakers from I know I ain bought 'em"
I told her "[? ] my uncle Tejuan bought 'em"
I grew up around hustlers, she knew I'd try it
She asked me was I doin' it you know I denied it
But I was tired
I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it
f*** the consequeces I knew just how get
Cop that, cook that, chop that, pitch that
Save that, get stacks, fresh kicks, new hat
[? ] new rules, more smoke, more loot
Have crack, get dough, just like rap
Baseheads came back for the hit
My neighbors lookin' 'cause of the traffic
Man, but f*** that s***
[Chorus: repeated to the end]