If you're a real ******* your sure to get rich

This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
Ohh, come on, come on

I make money like a mother***ker, it ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in the house spittin' game with Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm goin' to pimp these hoes, they can't work me

How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
Both the phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
Short Dog, my **** is nationwide now

You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull ****tin', make a mill' when I rock
Three players in the game and it's major
*****, you wanna get me, better hit me on my pager

Today I'm on the west coast, tomorrow I'm in Texas
Flip the Benz and Ferrari, sold the Lexus
Shorty, drop the b*** in the mix
You know what's next, *****, I'm sure to get rich

This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
Ohh, come on, come on

I'd be the thuggin' *** outlaw
'Til my ***kin' casket drops
***k around and make me blast
On these ******* cops

This is for the hustlas

Believe me comin' strapped with the gat when you see me
Label me a threat to society but I ain't quitin'
Thug life, mother***ker, ain't no bull ****tin'
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collectin' mail on these broke *****es slangin' that game

Now **** done changed, it ain't the the same
I ain't lyin' *****s are dyin'
Three strikes have you mother***kers flyin'
In the penitentiary or in the cemetery
Gettin' high no need to worry

And last year *****s was knockin' up the block
And in between shots, pumpin' tapes
From that ***** Breed and Pac
This year bringin' you the fix, includin' Ant Banks in the mix
Now we're sure to get rich, still strivin'

This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
Ohh, come on, come on

I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Contact *****s like apartheid when I ride the beat
There ain't no way to hide from the dark side

Man of many take many men's till the very end
And blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed
And they don't know it's my last name

It's mind over matter, I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a Glock and watch the whole block scatter
And we can have us a gat to gat talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
And we can put the bull **** to an end

I figure if he plays around, he lays around
And he's a mother***kin' *****, call a coroner when I'm around
Bodies are buried and found all around you
And perish and cherish and thoughts just to be true

Punk, felonious behavior and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
'Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head, lyrical nit wit
The **** won't change as long as I'm alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight

This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas
This is for the hustlas, come on
Ohh, come on, come on