Yung Joc - Hustlenomics (2007) by Yung Joc (보컬) on maniadb.com

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RELEASE DATE:	2007-10-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	165

INTRODUCTION

아틀란타 힙합계의 스타 랩퍼 Yung Joc의 2007년 최신작 [Hustlenomics]!!! 2006년 성공적인 데뷰앨범 [New Joc City]이후 힙합명가 Bad Boy를 통해 두번째로 공개된 이번 앨범에는 Snoop Dogg, Diddy, Gorilla Zoe, Rick Ross등의 화려한 게스트와 함께 서든갱스터랩의 강세를 유지해주고 있다. 앨 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

1.

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(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

(Chorus One: Yung Joc)
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

(Yung Joc)
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two: Yung Joc)
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin

(Chorus One + Chorus Two)

(Yung Joc)
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes)

(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

(Chorus One: Yung Joc)
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

(Yung Joc)
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two: Yung Joc)
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin

(Chorus One + Chorus Two)

(Yung Joc)
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes)

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2.

Play Your Cards

-

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.

Okay im back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten
The badest broads, the fastest cars,
Im sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours
What says it aint, yall niggas said I cant
Ya laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank
Now my lady happy cause we aint gotta starve
Hatas mad at me, cause im on my joc
I congratulate ya somebodys gotta do it
Im not bad, im used to it
And if ya feel the same then youz a friend of mine
Wontcha tell them lames, don't get outta line

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

Call it hustlenomics, hustle by any means
I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
Theres not enough fingers for me to count on
My stalks way up, call me dow jones
Ive been around the world, in almost every hood
I walk anywhere, this card is very good
And they don't play round, down in H town
Ill take ya to the bottom, im talking dade county
I take ya out west, in them lo lo's
Scared to rep ya set, that's a no no
I take ya back to the A town,
Hey now, play around, or ill make them boys make ya lay it down

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention
Respect the grind, respect my intuition
Don't get outta line, just look and listen
And soon youll find, im what you've been missin
And the bottom line is im on the clock
24/7 the hustle don't stop
Oh ya im from the A, that's my stompin ground
And if ya on ya joc we stand on common ground

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.

Okay im back, sit back and listen
First album platinum plaques now watch it glisten
The badest broads, the fastest cars,
Im sure a lot of niggas wish this life was yours
What says it aint, yall niggas said I cant
Ya laughed about my dance, I walked it out the bank
Now my lady happy cause we aint gotta starve
Hatas mad at me, cause im on my joc
I congratulate ya somebodys gotta do it
Im not bad, im used to it
And if ya feel the same then youz a friend of mine
Wontcha tell them lames, don't get outta line

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

Call it hustlenomics, hustle by any means
I got a lot of hustle, a whole lot of schemes
Theres not enough fingers for me to count on
My stalks way up, call me dow jones
Ive been around the world, in almost every hood
I walk anywhere, this card is very good
And they don't play round, down in H town
Ill take ya to the bottom, im talking dade county
I take ya out west, in them lo lo's
Scared to rep ya set, that's a no no
I take ya back to the A town,
Hey now, play around, or ill make them boys make ya lay it down

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

I need a bottom bitch, one who pays attention
Respect the grind, respect my intuition
Don't get outta line, just look and listen
And soon youll find, im what you've been missin
And the bottom line is im on the clock
24/7 the hustle don't stop
Oh ya im from the A, that's my stompin ground
And if ya on ya joc we stand on common ground

Well I guess safe its safe to say im on my joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if ya hate ya gotta play ya part
Or just kick back and chill til I play my cards.
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line
Play ya cards, don't get outta line, don't get outta line, don't get outta line

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3.

-

welcome to Starblocks
it's young dirty
who sent you?
its Young Dirty!
oh okay what you need?
hey I need some of them thangs, mayn.
how many of em
two of em, give me two.
I got you, pull on around to the window pimp
aiight shawty
ay ay ay joc
what up Patman
cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs
o yea he want two of em?
yea, ay joc
whatup?
you know tha motto!
yea
hustle by any means nigga!

First I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

okayy
its just another day at the coffee shop
I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots
turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot
this the neighborhoods number one stop n shop
no regular, we only serve the best
for the low low, cheaper than the rest!
I'm takin orders, tell me whos next
only cash, no credit, no checks
when your car stop, welcome to starblocks
you wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock
n now we doin numbers, like the closeout
make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out

First I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday
whipped cream the same color as your latte
I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe
you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green
colombian, and I ain't talkin coffee beans
12 to 12
its always someone on the scene
starblocks, we get it out by any means
coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap
pockets still ounce for ounce
decafinated off the top
rockstar, rollin rocks
piano keys, work the block
welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop...let go, see

first I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

ah ha okay
everybody on the block know my nick name
when you drop by just ask for whip game
and all my money get counted when the shifts change
they get into it, ima let my four fifth bang
if you need the number 1-800-starblocks
coca latte damned to make ya heart stop
and now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops
shut this xxxx down, we set up shop on another block

first I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

welcome to Starblocks
it's young dirty
who sent you?
its Young Dirty!
oh okay what you need?
hey I need some of them thangs, mayn.
how many of em
two of em, give me two.
I got you, pull on around to the window pimp
aiight shawty
ay ay ay joc
what up Patman
cuh cuz out here say he need two of them thangs
o yea he want two of em?
yea, ay joc
whatup?
you know tha motto!
yea
hustle by any means nigga!

First I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

okayy
its just another day at the coffee shop
I grab them coffee beans, time to heat them coffee pots
turn them lights on, j's rush the parkin lot
this the neighborhoods number one stop n shop
no regular, we only serve the best
for the low low, cheaper than the rest!
I'm takin orders, tell me whos next
only cash, no credit, no checks
when your car stop, welcome to starblocks
you wanna triple your knot? invest in our stock
n now we doin numbers, like the closeout
make sure you shop wit me, before its sold out

First I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

cook it in the morning, sell it durin midday
whipped cream the same color as your latte
I tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe
you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green
colombian, and I ain't talkin coffee beans
12 to 12
its always someone on the scene
starblocks, we get it out by any means
coffee shop, trap spot, hand to hand, get my guap
pockets still ounce for ounce
decafinated off the top
rockstar, rollin rocks
piano keys, work the block
welcome to starblocks, we trap like the coffee shop...let go, see

first I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

ah ha okay
everybody on the block know my nick name
when you drop by just ask for whip game
and all my money get counted when the shifts change
they get into it, ima let my four fifth bang
if you need the number 1-800-starblocks
coca latte damned to make ya heart stop
and now the haters hot so they run n tell the cops
shut this xxxx down, we set up shop on another block

first I take they order like the coffee shop
then I steam it up and cook it like the coffee shop
and then I serve it out the window like the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)
and it ain't no returns at the coffee shop
man I make that paper stack up at my coffee shop
one hit n they'll be back to the coffee shop
(yea I'm comin in got my rims sittin real big)

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4.

-

Chorus: Gorilla Zoe
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye) [x3]
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin [x3]
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

Yung Joc
I pull up to the club, jumpin' out of rovers
Lookin' like a car show, dat's da way we roll up
Dope bois showin love, all da ho's know of us
Need extra security, dey know dey cant control us,
I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker
So I V.I.P. my way standin on da sofas
Now watch me demonstrate da way a playa post up
I don buried cha weight, u know we throw dem toast up
Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it
Finna set-up shop, well we ain't even worried bout it
Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pie
I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em
I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk
Yea u smell dat fruity fruit err'time da wind blow
I throw away dat chump change, I'm all abot dat bigga dough
Joc a real hood nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe

(Chorus)

Gorilla Zoe
When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin
When dem ho's start jockin, dem bottles start poppin
When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin
Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin
Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back
I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back
She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall
She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dawgs
Got boi's in da club comin' fresh from the trap
Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks
We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs,
I got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs
Now da party don't stop cuz dey we got dat guap
She gon' make ha booty clap and Imma throw another knot
When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap
Bottle poppin ova here, tell dat DJ run it back

(Chorus)

Yung Joc
When my nigga Steve died
U know we popped dem bottles
Niggas tried to run & hide
We went lookin wit dem choppas
Now it's time to take a ride in dat all black Impala
If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma
And dats why err'time, his birthday come up
Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up
Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drunk up
Fo my nigga, I'm a clown
Like the numba 1 stunna
Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two
Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "I'm feeling you"
Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dat's what I'm finna do
Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to?"
Den she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two
A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut her like a gin-su
Flexin bout some money, dat's da shit beginna's do
She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too

(Chorus)

Chorus: Gorilla Zoe
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin,(aye) [x3]
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin
We bottle poppin, we-we bottle poppin [x3]
Say-say u gettin money, we-we aint seen nuttin

Yung Joc
I pull up to the club, jumpin' out of rovers
Lookin' like a car show, dat's da way we roll up
Dope bois showin love, all da ho's know of us
Need extra security, dey know dey cant control us,
I see some niggas hatin, I keep dat supersoaker
So I V.I.P. my way standin on da sofas
Now watch me demonstrate da way a playa post up
I don buried cha weight, u know we throw dem toast up
Say ya gettin guap, well shawty we aint heard bout it
Finna set-up shop, well we ain't even worried bout it
Word on da block, oh dey say u servin pie
I think ya need ta stop, I got some killas dat'll get dat work up out 'em
I dont got luv fa u busta's, unless u my kinfolk
Yea u smell dat fruity fruit err'time da wind blow
I throw away dat chump change, I'm all abot dat bigga dough
Joc a real hood nigga, just like Gorilla Zoe

(Chorus)

Gorilla Zoe
When da money start droppin, all da ho's start jockin
When dem ho's start jockin, dem bottles start poppin
When dem bottles start poppin, know dat we're not stoppin
Imma keep bringin bottles, den dem models start flockin
Imma throw a stack, she gon' throw it back
I pop da rubberband, she gon' pop ha back
She know dat I ball, she gon' grind da wall
She gon' bust it open, fo me & my dawgs
Got boi's in da club comin' fresh from the trap
Watch dem boi's cuff they gurls, cuz dey know we got dem stacks
We in da middle of da flo' blowin cush packs,
I got my workers in da bathroom, sellin pill packs
Now da party don't stop cuz dey we got dat guap
She gon' make ha booty clap and Imma throw another knot
When da money still phat, dey know dat its a wrap
Bottle poppin ova here, tell dat DJ run it back

(Chorus)

Yung Joc
When my nigga Steve died
U know we popped dem bottles
Niggas tried to run & hide
We went lookin wit dem choppas
Now it's time to take a ride in dat all black Impala
If u niggas think im lyin' I put dat on my momma
And dats why err'time, his birthday come up
Imma hit da town, from sun down-ta-sun up
Buy a couple rounds, till dey all get drunk up
Fo my nigga, I'm a clown
Like the numba 1 stunna
Yea we in da club, my niggas on a pill or two
Throw dat bitch a dub, tell dat ho' "I'm feeling you"
Pour ha some of dis bub, yea dat's what I'm finna do
Den I ask a question, "shorty what'chu in to?"
Den she started blushing, told me bring a friend or two
A whole lotta rubba's we gon' cut her like a gin-su
Flexin bout some money, dat's da shit beginna's do
She know I'm gettin' money and she wanna be a winna too

(Chorus)

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5.

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(ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money)

(Chorus: Yung Joc)
Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha

(Yung Joc)
Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now

E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
I love the streets boi, I f**k with D boy
Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live

(Chorus)

(Diddy)
Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
C'mon check this out

Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill
(Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!)

(Chorus)

(ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money)

(Chorus: Yung Joc)
Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah)
Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah)
You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah)
Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha

(Yung Joc)
Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now

E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G.
Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak
Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood
350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good
Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could
On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood
Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies
Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp
Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp
If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc
The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop
Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin
And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin
I love the streets boi, I f**k with D boy
Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy
Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe
So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!)
I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe
All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo'
From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would
Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel
I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live

(Chorus)

(Diddy)
Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man!
C'mon check this out

Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$
The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished
I know, you see it, think twice to believe it
Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming
Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack
C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill
(Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!)

(Chorus)

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6.

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(feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block)

(Intro:)
(Deep Voice:) Hustlenomics
(The Game:) eh joc
(Yung Joc:) wud up nigga?
(The Game:) a nigga quick produced this shit?
(Yung Joc:) Hell yeah
(The Game:) shit crazy homie

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(The Game:)
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
I was 16 then, little nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch
On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Yung Joc:)
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Jim Jones:)
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin')
till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Outro:)
(Block:) y'all know who I be?
(The Game:) haha who you be nigga?
(Block:) Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby.

(feat. The Game, Jim Jones & Block)

(Intro:)
(Deep Voice:) Hustlenomics
(The Game:) eh joc
(Yung Joc:) wud up nigga?
(The Game:) a nigga quick produced this shit?
(Yung Joc:) Hell yeah
(The Game:) shit crazy homie

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(The Game:)
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
In California niggas back on the block,
I'm from Compton muthafucka, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty bitches but we got plenty of these

All my niggas cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in nine senses
I was 16 then, little nigga inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
Nah, fuck you bitch, I rescue all my niggas first and let em' fuck you bitch
On the east coast, them niggas say I'm dumb-hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Yung Joc:)
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or so
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them niggas, kidnap your kids,
fuck em in the ass and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad bitches everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I fuck with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, nigga we blow incense
Call my nigga Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp my nigga JTLo in the booths it's ova

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Jim Jones:)
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari shit)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move coke to the fiends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws (?) I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie niggas when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, niggas like the high side, (flossin')
till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)

(Hook:)
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My niggas cut throat My niggas cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

(Outro:)
(Block:) y'all know who I be?
(The Game:) haha who you be nigga?
(Block:) Cut throat masta numba 1 nigga, it's your boy big block nigga, and I ride with cut throat niggas, muthafucka we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat nigga, thuggin piece of my nigga, free my muthafuckin dawg man, and last but not least nigga, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the muthafuckin chevy nigga, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby.

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7.

Hustlemania (Skit)

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8.

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INTRO (Yung Joc)
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go

(Chorus)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 1: Yung Joc)
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 2: Young Dro)
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ????
Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean
Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring

All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade ????
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and walked
Jury, scurred me
Eights on da ??? make it hard to steering
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type

(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

INTRO (Yung Joc)
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go

(Chorus)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 1: Yung Joc)
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
And I a true balla n G playin in da deck 
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 2: Young Dro)
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ????
Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean
Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring

All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost 
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade ????
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and walked
Jury, scurred me
Eights on da ??? make it hard to steering
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry

(Chorus x2)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

(Verse 3: Bun-B)
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll		
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite 
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too 
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla 
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type

(Chorus x3)
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

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9.

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[Yung Joc:]
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor

[Chorus:]
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
Cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!

[Yung Joc:]
Yeahhhhhhhh
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc:]
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc:]
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it

[Chorus: to fade]

[Yung Joc:]
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot
Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggaz know not, try me like a ho not
Niggaz run in, kick the do', fuck a do' knock
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up
Leave you pussy niggaz wet as chocha stankin with the odor

[Chorus:]
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~!
Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers
Cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~!
Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherfucker!

[Yung Joc:]
Yeahhhhhhhh
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy
I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc:]
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water (let the motherfucker burn)

[Chorus]

[Yung Joc:]
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette
I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it

[Chorus: to fade]

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10.

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(Intro: Joc's high pitched alter ego)
See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man shorty

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name
2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name

(Yung Joc + (alter ego))
(Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man)
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man
(See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man)
So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man)
(Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus)
(Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up)
So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood
(Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!)
So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park)
So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun)

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc + (alter ego))
Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin
So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock)

Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc)
Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king)
(Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything)
(I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
(Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$)
HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow
(I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's)
(In my hood just like Ball and 'JG)

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego + (Joc))
Let me show you how it's done, ay
Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left
With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath
Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin
Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man)
P-P-P-Pak Man

Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it
Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old
But I was always told man, do what'cha do
And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em

(Chorus - 2X)

(Intro: Joc's high pitched alter ego)
See in my hood, we got monkey bars... and candy cars
I'm the man right here, everybody know my name in my hood
They call me Pak Man shorty

(Chorus: repeat 2X)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
In my hood (I'm Pak Man) my hood (I'm Pak Man)
1- Shorty I'm the man and everybody know my name
2- Yeah they call me Pak Man and everybody know my name

(Yung Joc + (alter ego))
(Geyeah, let me introduce myself they call me Pak Man)
I makes it all about your cash man, get it by the pack man
(See me on the block, throw the deuce or give me dap man)
So how you rock your 850 (I rock it to the back man)
(Chevy sittin tall, deuce-deuce dubs plus)
(Sittin on the phone book, just to throw the deuce up)
So who's the, #1 stunna in your hood
(Everybody know my name, Pak Man, it's understood~!)
So where you from? (Westside, and that College Park)
So what'chu do? (Yeah I gets money from dusk to dawn)
So how you ball? (Magic City, yeah blow a thousand ones)
So how you shine? (Candy paint oh my God it's like the sun)

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc + (alter ego))
Ay pimp man lemme ask you somethin
So how you grind? (Man I grind 'round the clock)

Who's your favorite rapper? (Hmm, T.I., Jeezy and Yung Joc)
Why T.I.? (Cause T.I. he the king)
(Jeezy say YEAHHHHHHHHH on everything)
(I like Joc man, shorty be stuntin)
(Matter fact, that's the cat, who taught me hustlenomic$)
HUSTLENOMIC$! (Yeah, I almost forgot) Forgot what?
((Everyday I'm hustlin) like Rick Ross, HA~!) HAHAHAHA
(I'm so clean, I like to make my shoulder lean)
(Like Young Dro, my Rover lookin like po'k & beans) Wow
(I'll lay you down, lay you down for them 23's)
(In my hood just like Ball and 'JG)

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc's high pitched alter ego + (Joc))
Let me show you how it's done, ay
Ay I pull up on the shine, cut it to the left
With the top dropped down everybody lose they breath
Y'all haters know my name, so won'tcha quit playin
Take a look at my two step, now what'cha sayin (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (let me see ya)
Pak Man (won'tcha do the) Pak Man (won'tcha let me see ya do the Pak Man)
P-P-P-Pak Man

Yo, I guess y'all thought I couldn't do it
Because I wasn't but yay high, and only so old
But I was always told man, do what'cha do
And you'll be okay, y'all drop the hook for 'em

(Chorus - 2X)

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11.

Getting To Da Money

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(Intro/Chorus - samples)
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be
I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH)
I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I

(Yung Joc)
That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go
I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed
The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name
I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance
Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances
Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP)
Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP)
If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP)
Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US)
Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh)
Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind
I can make my money flip fo' times in no time

(Chorus)

(Mike Carlito)
Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units
Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity
Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin
Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla
Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order
Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings
Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay
Plus I, get to da money like casinos
A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay
Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ

(Chorus)

(Gorilla Zoe) & (Yung Joc)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Shorty who you bank with) - (the streets of America)
(Who you roll with) - (the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya)
(What that Chevy sittin on) - (oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers)
(What about yo' connects) - (Pablo from South America)
(Where you stash the money) - (that shoebox in the closet)
(How you move the work) - (I buy it and you haul it)
(How you handle hoes) - (my nigga you call it)
(Tell 'em how the game goes) - (keep ballin and stop stallin)
(Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo'
Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo
And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga
I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga)

(Chorus - to fade)

(Intro/Chorus - samples)
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be getting I be - I be getting I be getting I be
I be getting I be getting I be get - I be get - I be
I be getting to da money, I-I be getting to da money
I be - I be getting - I be getting - I be getting to da money
I-I be I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be getting I be get (OHH)
I be getting I be get (OHH) - I be get - I be I I I

(Yung Joc)
That right~! Talk to 'em; let's go
I'm getting to da money twenty-four seven, ain't shit changed
The cars and the cribs all in my bitch name
I'm takin federal chances to make the bezel dance
Bitches lookin at me makin sexual advances
Nigga ain't shit sweet but you know I'm (CAKED UP)
Got murder men for hire now the (MURDER RATE UP)
If snitches on the block, now the (TIP WAY UP)
Block E-N-T bitch (YOU CAN'T FADE US)
Keep the stacks in my momma attic, blow in the basement (shhhh)
Hellafied lawyers make you say where the case went
When it's showtime, pay them haters no mind
I can make my money flip fo' times in no time

(Chorus)

(Mike Carlito)
Every since I was a young boy nigga movin them G-Units
Got the whole city supplied with packs, and that fruity
Pop the trunk, money bags and crack, I keep it movin
Shake the stack, nigga chopper go BRRRAP, at your medulla
Who you niggaz know, get money like me Mr. Sun Choice
Keep them pots of boiling water straight drop, so place your order
Got them bricks I'm comin for ya, credit card to the savings
Tie your wife up in the basement, hundred thou' where you lay
Plus I, get to da money like casinos
A young, Robert DeNiro, six K off in the earlobe
Ahh - you know it's Carlito's Way, I hold that pimp yay
Girl and boy, fuck the drop, fake niggaz I can't employ

(Chorus)

(Gorilla Zoe) & (Yung Joc)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Shorty who you bank with) - (the streets of America)
(Who you roll with) - (the dope boys and dope girls I'm tellin ya)
(What that Chevy sittin on) - (oh it's them deuce-deuce Derringers)
(What about yo' connects) - (Pablo from South America)
(Where you stash the money) - (that shoebox in the closet)
(How you move the work) - (I buy it and you haul it)
(How you handle hoes) - (my nigga you call it)
(Tell 'em how the game goes) - (keep ballin and stop stallin)
(Eenie meenie miney moe the Phantom or the Lambo'
Pop the trunk niggaz got straps like I'm Rambo
And Zoe is getting money, know it when they see it nigga
I'm here now, you're old news, yeah this my season nigga)

(Chorus - to fade)

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13.

Living The Life

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(Chorus: Southerngirl (Yung Joc))
I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller
Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang
Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money money hey
Livin the life
Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life
(I'ma live every day like a holiday)
(Gotta get to the money, get get to the money)

(Yung Joc)
I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!)
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick now I'm landin them
International suites now I'm stayin in them
International freaks I'm playin with them
I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them
We f**k all night then I abandon them
Take a top model chick to the cabin man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man
She call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin man

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam
I see shit that every nigga don't see

I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank exchange my currency
Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states
M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro
Feel the wind blow, from the seasho'
Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G, and I gets mine

Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places
Amazing broads with amazing faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked
Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it
This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it
Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it

Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G, and I gets mine

(Chorus)

(Chorus: Southerngirl (Yung Joc))
I'm just, livin the life, of a young baller shot caller
Dope rider don't mind me I'm just doin my thang
Livin the life, of a go-getter, no-quitter
Gotta get to the money, get money money hey
Livin the life
Livin the life, livin the life, livin the life
(I'ma live every day like a holiday)
(Gotta get to the money, get get to the money)

(Yung Joc)
I've been around the world just like dosey do
Bet Joc Bangkok in Tokyo
Big money by the bankroll, oh fo' sho'
Ain't tryin to brag, just as long as you know
Hey you, tell me why you actin like you're shocked
Been gettin money since my debut dropped (CHA-CHING~!)
Pop a couple tabs with my man and them
Date an international chick now I'm landin them
International suites now I'm stayin in them
International freaks I'm playin with them
I can porco hoes, hit the sand with them
We f**k all night then I abandon them
Take a top model chick to the cabin man
Call me freaky Jason, get to stabbin man
She call a few friends, run a caravan
I call a few friends, I love sharin man

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
You see I ball all day up in Amsterdam
Nigga Swiss Miss chick and smoke half a gram
She love takin snapshots on the phone cam
Knockin out a ringtone that's a jam
I see shit that every nigga don't see

I bang Brazil broads under the palm tree
Convinced her to skip town, just her and me
Hit the P and bank exchange my currency
Now my flight leaves at 9, I can't be late
Got a big dollar date somewhere back in the states
M-I-A yo or Cuban bistro
Feel the wind blow, from the seasho'
Six hour flight back to the West coast
Somewhere swank where Tyra Banks gettin close
Or Eva Pickford, I really dig her
I got some nerve to take this picture

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G, and I gets mine

Yeah I can't lie man, I done seen amazing places
Amazing broads with amazing faces
Persuade them to do things, I make 'em taste it
Baby let's rinse off, we bathin naked
Time to change clothes, we Bathing Ape it
This lavish lifestyle, I can't escape it
Leave no paper trail, the feds can't trace it
Blow a couple hundred thou' around the world, let's make it

Now you don't have to like what I do
I'ma do me, and you do you
I say that you don't have to like the way I ride
I'm a G, and I gets mine

(Chorus)

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(Yung Joc)
Ay you know what, eh-heh
When I started recordin this album
I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but
I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma
But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that
if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma
SHIT~! I got to have her

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma
But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl, like my momma
I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under

(Yung Joc)
Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start
This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard
Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy
Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy
Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin
Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin
When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
Mom was a O.G., did what she had to
I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal
Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional
I love my momma

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Yo, yo

I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs
She could take Spam and make a first class meal
When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried
And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time
Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong
Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long
We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest
This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it
I love my momma

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
I'ma try to stop the music one time
Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon
Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
If you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when you told me son, just follow your heart
And so I did that, I went through all the drama
So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Ay you know what, eh-heh
When I started recordin this album
I said I wasn't gonna do a, y'know dear momma type of record but
I felt the need to cause ahhh I wanna express how I feel about my momma
But at the same time I wanted y'all to know that
if I ever found a woman out there that, was anything like my momma
SHIT~! I got to have her

(Chorus: Jazze Pha)
Ain't another girl on this earth, like my momma
But if I find that girl, I'ma make her my woman
If I find another girl, like my momma
I can go unconditional love 'til they take me under

(Yung Joc)
Gyeah; first thing first, where do I start
This feeling that I'm feeling is real it's not a facade
The angel that I call momma was sent by God
Been through thick and thin, better times, even hard
Raisin two boys in the ghetto wasn't easy
Shit was goin wrong but she made it seem peachy
Yeah she worked long hours, whether rain and the freezin
Pulled out the Vicks vapor rub when I was sneezin
When the kid laid her off and the rent was past due
Mom was a O.G., did what she had to
I got kicked out of school, she had to talk to my principal
Yeah she kicked my ass, but her love is unconditional
I love my momma

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
Yo, yo

I remember - my first BMX, she showed me how to ride
She used to lick her thumb to wipe the cold out my eyes
Oh yeah I can't forget her cookin how it stick to my ribs
She could take Spam and make a first class meal
When my nigga Steve, me and her both cried
And when I got locked up, she bailed me out every time
Guess I'll never know how she remained so strong
Received Medicaid and food stamps for so long
We was section 8 all the way 'til I was grown
She played both roles, king and queen of the throne
I'm not exaggeratin, not even to the slightest
This came from the heart, so I ain't even have to write it
I love my momma

(Chorus)

(Yung Joc)
I'ma try to stop the music one time
Want y'all to clap with me, c'mon
Now if you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
If you love your momma clap yo' hands
If you love your momma clap yo' hands (aww yeah~!)
Shorty, I brought you in this world, I'll take you out
You said it when you caught me skippin school, makin out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when you told me son, just follow your heart
And so I did that, I went through all the drama
So I just wanna take this time to say I love you momma

(Chorus)

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16.

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(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

(Chorus One: Yung Joc)
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

(Yung Joc)
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two: Yung Joc)
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin

(Chorus One + Chorus Two)

(Yung Joc)
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes)

(Yung Joc)
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

(Chorus One: Yung Joc)
Who would've imagined that life would be so good nigga; now I'm on
Cause I'm tired of all the games nigga; now I'm grown
Tell you what the game's missing; right from wrong
Respect game young nigga, tell them haters so long

(Yung Joc)
You can call me Malcolm X, I hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til the motherf**kin feds come knockin
The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
Best if you don't know the man, I just tax an extra grand
I get you what'cha want we call that captain and the booker
Hustlenomic$ yeah I'll chop you one, I got it if you want it
I'm from the slums, and the sticks, turned crumbs, into bricks
Got a bum, full of knicks, gun full of hollow tips
And where I'm from we shared everything, we called it hand-me-downs
I implemented Hustlenomic$, pimp look at me now

(Chorus One)

(Chorus Two: Yung Joc)
I can show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
Let me show you how to hustle (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$~!)
Let me show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle
I can show you how to hustle nigga (WELCOME TO HUSTLENOMIC$)

Grab a number two pencil cause I'm 'bout to test niggaz
This game about to drop, shit I'm 'bout to bless niggaz
I tell 'em no cheating's allowed, eyes on your test nigga
I graduated with honors cause see I was the best nigga
Two plus two don't equal fo' in my world
Seventeen five get your ass thirty-six o's of that girl
Okay class let's settle down (shhh) you better pay attention
Cause I bet the class clown end up in federal detention
And when I say detention I ain't talkin after school
Cause if you're slippin on your pimpin you'll be rockin county blues
Quit trickin on these hoes, man they guaranteed to choose
Stop trigger your re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
Cause you niggaz keep snitchin, and hoes keep talkin
Either they throw away the ki' or they gon' put you in a coffin

(Chorus One + Chorus Two)

(Yung Joc)
Hahahahahaha
If you made it to this portion of the album
Give yourselves a round of applause man
I wanna say thank you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug to this shit, to get money to this shit nigga
Hustlenomic$ is what it is
It's not a campaign for motherf**kin attention
This is what I do
Like I said, if you listen to this shit
Apparently what you do nigga, get money, Block E-N-T~! (echoes)

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