Hustlers run day and night
Only sleeping when the time is right
Hustling isn't the life
Come help me be a hood wife
Eat chicken one night feathers the next
He won't take checks
Running every hustle you've ever been taught
Never know when you're going to stop
Robbing, skimming, and Pimpin you don't care
As long as you have silk underwear
Send your b---h out to get paid
B---h don't come back till you get laid
Once you come back with cash duckies
All of the dope dealers get new Uzi's
That's when the F'er runs to score
Then he gets ready to soar
Watch every step or move you make
Because he's got a hit to take
With every hit he takes
The demon inside starts to wake
He starts to replay the day
Worrying if you'll go stray
He knows he's breaking every rule
But he still maintains he's super cool
So he starts beating you
Making you black and blue
B---h you come a dime to dozen
You cross me you'll be frozen
Could mean do or die
So don't apply
Written by: Denise Huddleston
