Nuttin But a Hustla JT the Bigga Figga

a gaffler call me a sucka The nigga JT ain't nothin but a hustla Ain't nothin but a hustla (2X) Fool, ain't nothin but a hustla An A-1 hustla Can I get a fade cause I'm passin more licks Back

Game Recognize Game JT the Bigga Figga

Chorus: (Mac Mall) Game recognize game in tha bay, mane (3x) (JT Tha Bigga Figga) Mac Mall and JT about to do they thang (JT The Bigga Figga) Bucked around and fucked around made another hit

Foul From the Start JT the Bigga Figga

ones wit the 45's Runnin' 'round the streets doin' homicide So peep game from ya boy Bigga Figga And let me tell ya how the shit go 1978 A young nigga born, growin' up around the way Born without

Beware of Those JT the Bigga Figga

(JT The Bigga Figga) Yeah, that's right (E-40) I mean they gone hate the shit out your ass Then it's gone be some niggas that's gone love the shit out of your ass You dig I mean, you know, playa

The Appetizer JT the Bigga Figga

(I told you once I told you twice, the Bigga Figga nigga ain't nothin nice so get your game for the day I advise ya it ain't the meal it's just the meal it's just the appetizer) Start the flow

Critical JT the Bigga Figga

(JT) What's up Quinn? (San Quinn) Ah, what's up mane? (JT) Back up in the house you got your boy Rack Skerz posted as usual (Rack Skerz) What's up JT mane?

The Hard Way JT the Bigga Figga

hair But what can I say when a playa's on welfare Life is hard and I'm only 13 Always on a prowl, always on a scheme There wasn't nothin to do but have fun Wait for the dark then creep to Emporium

Mind Your Own JT the Bigga Figga

The Bigga Figga back on the mic Poppin that shit that the young niggas like Young playas comin up in the Moe Down for the cause down for the bolo Gankin, bankin, rankin, young playas like me be makin

Doin Dirt JT the Bigga Figga

(JT) Foul from the start a young buck be rollin Badder than the baddest cause the baddest is devoted Three young G'z growin up on the West side Down from the start in the dark for the hoo-ride Mackin

Mr. Millimeter JT the Bigga Figga

the holsters Myself I prefer from the shoulders Cuz a young buck throwin em boulders Bing bing to the chin Once again to the store for some gin But you didn't get a chance to cock em You bought

professional ballers c bo

featuring Marvaless Pizzo Mac Mall JT Tha Bigga Figga Killa Tay [Marvaless] Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't

Hustla AHLIA

this ass can go up, Now watch it get on down Got ya dreams in the bag, I'm talking dollaz I need da money if you want this ass right nown Get on the top of me, baby, and imma get on you and baby imma

Hustla Nappy Roots

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke Pork rinds and a soda pop I told a cop I'd beat it, lost At 3 a.m., they told up

On Da Grind JT Money

I can dig out I need a room for every day of the week But right now it's kinda hard tryin' to stay on my feet I gotsta hide it Dolla bill dreams of a poor hustla And I get's money wit no busta That's

On the Grind JT Money

East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast East Coast nigga if ya wit me let me hear ya say East Coast [JT Money] I want the jackpot The gats, the yachts, the fat knots, the big

can we all ball c bo

[Featuring Killa Tay JT Tha Bigga Figga] We dump slugs and fuck thugs for their drugs When push come to shove ain't no motherfuckin love Bow down we just hit the town But we brung shit like Hitler

Intro (B.A.R.S Vs. Da Hustla) Cassidy

[Da Hustla:] Yea, You just a Performer, I was on the corner grindin the packet, I'm a Ryder, If there's drama, I'm Palmin the Ratchet And You could find me In traffic, I'm in the streets, 10 Years ago

World Wide Mob Figgaz 2Pac

but a thug thang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..

World Wide Mob Figgaz (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Outlawz, Tahe) 2Pac

but a thug thang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang..

Playa Haterz Master P

Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us Man it was large as shit Verse

Kite 2 Da Boys JT Money

it aint no thang When I hit the streets gotta let my nuts hang Got a nigga cased over so much game And everybody goin through the same ole thang x2 [JT Money] What up dogg hope you chillin cuz

Ho Problems JT Money

like you got it you can find another ho [JT Money] See ho's come a dime a dozen What you is nigga hard up but lovin Pushin and shovin abouts a woman Who givin up the ass Homeboy ya buggin I told

Light Blue Astro Van JT Woodruff

I USED THE BEATING OF A KICKDRUM TO MATCH THE BEATING OF MY HEART YOU SAID WE'D SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE YOU SAID WE'D TEAR THIS WORLD APART WE TORE UP THE OPEN HIGHWAY AND PUSHED OUR ENGINES HARD LIVED OFF

I'm A Hustla Cassidy

I'm A Hustla Lyrics Artist(Band):Cassidy Review The Song (1) Print the Lyrics Send "I'm A Hustla" Ringtones to Cell [Jay-Z] Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask about me, (yeah) Nigga ask about

Rap Ass Nigga JT Money

Most rappers ain't nothing but niggas who talk a good one Talking bout' they thugs, G's, and hustlas Or they'll kill a nigga quick bout' some dumb shit Get your mind right, I can tell you'se a young

Superbitch JT Money

nigga on top Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal She's a freak in bed, love gettin

Pussy Ass Kid and Hoe Ass Play JT Money

Then I'ma play you to the back seat 'Cause I'm runnin' more game than a track meet athlete As if you didn't know, huh, you're dealing With a West Bank dicksman, hoe But anyway, I got a rhyme to deliver

Father To Son JT Money

gonna grow up Together, father and son, father and son Nobody separate us that's a fact, I'm never goin' back to the projects The black man just stay largest down in the hoosy-a-way It hurt my heart to

Too Far To Crawl JT Woodruff

THERE'S A HEART SOMEWHERE SKIPPING BEATS TONIGHT WORKING OVERTIME HANGING ON TO LIFE THERE'S A LOST SOUL ON A DARK ROAD TONIGHT ENDURING BITTER TIMES JUST LEARNING HOW TO FIGHT TOO FAR TO CRAWL, TOO LATE

Alright JT Money

puttin' on shows for these niggas and hoes Be wantin' to run your mouth but won't throw no blows Ain't got no scrap, better kill that rap Think life is a game, until that ass get tapped And when it

Cowards in Compton JT Money

Dre, you ain't nothin' but my bitch, I'ma make you my bitch! You look like you could suck a nigga' dick, hoe-ass motherfucker!!

Raindrops JT Woodruff

ST MARYS, ON THE OHIO THE POWER PLANTS THEY GLOW THEY GLOW AND THEY GUIDE ME HOME TO EUREKA, SUCH A WINDING ROAD THE BACKWATER FLOWS BUT IT'S FULL OF CHEMICALS AND EVERY TIME I RETURN IT'S LIKE I'M 9 YEARS

Cups Of Coffee JT Woodruff

ON THIS COLD WINTER MORNING IT HIT ME WITHOUT WARNING I WAS STARING OUT THE WINDOW DRINKING MY FOURTH CUP OF COFFEE MY HANDS STARTED SHAKING, I KNOW YOU'LL SAY I'M OVER CAFFEINATED, SO THE FIRST TIME THAT

I`m A Hustla Cassidy

I'm a hustla, I'm a hustla homie I got the product, narcotics for customers homie Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homie niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homie If you a hustla I could

The Hundreds JT Woodruff

A HUNDRED TINY PIECES A HUNDRED MOVING PARTS I'VE FORGOTTEN ALL THE PLACES I'VE LOST THEM TO THE DARK SOMETIMES, I JUST DON'T FEEL RIGHT A HUNDRED LITTLE PICTURES A HUNDRED MEMORIES I'VE FORGOTTEN ALL

Too Real JT Money

always out workin, And we don't like fuck niggas that be perpin, Tryin to impress some trickin ass hoe, A nigga with sense keep that flow on the low, See only a fool will flash, smart niggas gon stash

Dank JT Money

We smokin (Dank Nigga Dank Da Dank Da Dank nigga) [JT Money] Now if still got yo thang thang Let em hang man We in this thang smokin dank nigga dank dank Free world we off the chain chigga chain

The Rep Grows Bigga

treat you like you're ghetto royalty And all your staff shows you utmost loyalty You paid your dues, refuse to lose in this scenario The rep grows bigga, you're a legend and a hero Your fame has

Fat Cats, Bigga Fish The Coup

i got game like i read the directions i 'm wishing that i had an automobile as i feel the cold wind rush past but let me state that i am a hustler for real so you know i got the stolen bus pass

War JT Money

Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right) Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) JT Money, God dammit Bout time, spin this bitch (Niggaz waitin on yo muh'fuckin ass, let's ride) (Hook) x4 Heychayaya, heychayaya

Episodes Of A Hustla Big Noyd

how we go down I cant get knocked, they tryin to get the drop, damn shit is hot Im watchin what they doin cuz they cruisin up the next block Im hot with this chrome piece, but I don't need the position

Locked In A Swell JT Woodruff

THE WAVES THEY CRASH, LIKE BROKEN GLASS THEY DANCE ON THE WHITE WATER UNTIL THEY MEET THE SAND THE SAILORS SAIL, AS THE TALERS TALE ABOUT ALL THE TRAGIC NIGHTS UNTIL WE HOLD HANDS AGAIN AND ALL THIS TIME

Playa Ass Shit JT Money

forget they use ALL niggas x2 Check it, this be some playa ass shit, soft ass niggas need to check you bitch They choose raw niggas They use flaw niggas We can't forget they use ALL niggas [JT

Field Medicine JT Woodruff

I'M DRAGGING THESE BONES UP ON THE HILL IN THE VALLEY IS A COLD WINTER CHILL I CAN SEE MY BREATH AND I CAN'T FEEL MY FINGERTIPS THE SKY IS DARK, THE WORLD'S ABOUT TO END I'M THINKING ABOUT THE DEATH OF

Candle On The Stillwater JT Woodruff

OH SOMEONE, PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S A LIGHT THAT WILL SHINE ON THE DAY THAT I DIE AND WHEN MY LUNGS DEFLATE AND NO LONGER TAKE AIR I'LL STILL BE STANDING THERE YOU JUST NEED TO CALL OUT MY NAME LIGHT A

Chanel Bag (feat. JT) Gucci Mane

Chanel purse if hеr head is fire (Her hеad fire) Yellow four-door coupe, it look like a photoshoot (Yoom) Got a yellow bitch with me and canary yellow juice (Yoom) Buy her Chanel, I got crazy clientele

Diva (Karmatronic Club Remix) Beyonce

is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Na, na, na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Stop the track, let me state facts I told you give me

Hi-Lo JT Money

let you know I'm coming, you still can't get ready We blowing pounds Nigga fuck smoking them nickel bags We big bossin', all you clowns looking fag Play crazy boy, recline you like laz-e-boy Fuck wit JT

Whatcha Want JT Money

Nigga, be the shit like manure No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya!

Watcha Want JT Money

Nigga, be the shit like manure No niggas true'er, gats go boo-ya!