[Verse 1]   The streets make the hustlas   Hustlas make the world go round   The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds   The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas   See how shit come back round for ya   Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it   See how shit come back round for ya   Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble   And you can knock on my door   But you can't knock the hustle   But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen   And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me   Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is   Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive   And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens   Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz   And you know I put the mags on that   .45 mack with the flash on that   Who want it   Everybody sing along      [Hook x2]   Now I'ma ride 'cause I got riding in my bloodline   And I'ma shine 'cause I got shining in my bloodline   I get that dough 'cause I got hustle in my bloodline   I bleed concrete      [Verse 2]   And when I move, I move out with the raw   I move out with the squad   To his album we ride we so mob   I throw lives and lowest to live   For my loaf of bread the people's player   I did what the culture said   And I live by the coast of Nostre Cid   Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head   Get it right I'm a soldier till I'm dead   This kid is white with buttonholes inside that bled   I'm pumping o's with lots of hay   I'm so high and really I don't even know why   And oh I just go buy a whole house   And lay my mat down lay her back down   But I never put my mack down   You see the thug in me   You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-B   Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder B   If you want it then come to