Hustle, Hustle, Hustle) (Chorus) (Yeah) (Oh, Oh, Oh) (Charlie Hustle, Charlie Hustle) (Yeah) (Charlie Hustle, Charlie Hustle) (Uh, Charlie Hustle, Charlie Hustle) (Uh, Charlie Hustle) Charlie Hustle so fly. Charlie
the go And what do you know (Oh no) Eazy, rest his soul Left us in the mess, I don't regret it But we better get up and get it, go Everythang's gon' wrong
just like a pro I grind it's off to work I go I hustle hard it's non-stop And if I flop I switch the hustle I learn the game and then set-up shop I'm
Chorus] You got a one way ticket to hell, Smack dab in the middle of the ATL, And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go, All
my G-code And fuck them prosecutors, hustler conisuer It's We the Best forever Make sure you spread the rumor bitch [Verse 9 - Fat Joe] Good coke, hard
Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas can't see me like Charlie
ck you stick paparzzi on the water, why the f-ck you stick my face got the f-ck you pricks my beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks pourin' champagne damn
in the winter ride stock Better believe us don't try to play us for false 'Cause it's not a game no way no how Bullet Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major
go hard, I go so, so hard I go hard, I go so, so hard I go hard, I go so, so hard I go hard, I go so, so hard I go hard, I go so, so hard Fresher than
that's just how the shit go Pull yo strap What am I supposed to sweat This the third time today that I come close to death [chorus: spm] Hustle town hustle
* uncredited, but +probably+ Charli Baltimore [Funkmaster Flex] Murder Inc baby [Tah Murdah] Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is Take over nigga
' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin' Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do that's what I do Charlie Hustle,
'all know something (welcome to the dope game) Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers Black on black crime, nigga it go
on the water, why the f-ck you stick My face got the f-ck you pricks My beats go hard like f-ck you d-cks Pourin? champagne damn thing Sit there rockin
a damn about your hate [Charlie Berry] Everyday seems like they try To stop my grind, everyday they sit and pray Everyday, go away [x2] [Hook x2: Charlie Berry] [Charlie
, damn, what's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard
ride stock Better believe us don't try to play us for false cause it's not a game no way no how Billy Loco, Charlie Hustle and Major Payne nigga now
the same... I gotta get mine *Chorus* [Singer] Get my money on.. Don't wanna go, don't wanna go, don't wanna go Don't wanna go back - back to the game
