Verse 1
  
  As I preceed to count my dividends
  plenty ends that I done made, with plenty bitches
  with plenty men that they done played, I'm laid back up
  in the cut with a cup of yak
  I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back
  take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals
  we pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
  my pockets hurtin baby, I need some financial love
  so get where you supposed to and, do
  what you does, get your facial done baby
  do your physic well, no holdin jail over
  resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
  torn up and ripped apart
  domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared
  you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas
  beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground
  I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz
  this pimpin got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie
  
  Chorus
  
  Hustlin, It's in my nature
  Hustlin, don't be afraid
  Hustlin, It's in my nature
  Hustlin, don't be afraid
  
  Verse 2
  
  I'm creatin' havok on hood spots
  the hustle don't quit until the good stop
  but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
  an lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
  gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed
  FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas
  candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous
  big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin
  everything is all good until police start manhandlin
  picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
  indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for
  gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys
  any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy
  like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin
  boss said anything, I'm makin the plan to start jettin off
  oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop
  the only thing on my mind is losin you cop
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3
  Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be
  big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees
  I testify, not glorify, when I get high
  tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes
  my peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese
  on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys
  I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie
  smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky
  pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together
  ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes
  soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns
  and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin
  I've been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches
  fuckin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out
  pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga
  I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse 3
  
  Nigga, it's in my blood to fuck around with these thugs
  straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin
  I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling
  sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank
  we gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett
  in a major way, just witness, business flossin
  boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business
  playas I went from rags to riches
  to havin cash and bad ass bitches
  since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola
  hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper
  chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin
  turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon
  those friends that wanna blaze
  one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream
  straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin
  for more when it's over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers
  these known as hustlers, nigga
  
  Chorus
  (until end)