Hustlas
Popularity ยท Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Hey Jock, what's up boy?
What's up dog?
Man we gotta put 'em in check man
We gotta let 'em know what time it is man
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
One time for all my boys in the city
1615, You know what I'm sayin'?
Chill, four boys in the house chillin'
Boy it's all about the color
These guys suckers don't know what time it is
You know what I'm sayin'?
City style, they don't know what time it is dog
Creepin' through the hood like a maniac
In that '98 smokin' weed and drinkin' cognac
Chillin' with them niggas that I know from the Hill Clique
Got to be some raw ass niggas that I hang with
Make a little money, sell a little cocaine
Ain't no shame, yeah I'm down with the dope game
Always scrap, you never know who's out to get ya
The nigga who step, I got a bullet that will hit ya
You wanna be down because you see I'm makin' flow now
It's the Hill Clique, not the motherfuckin' Dogg Pound
Comin' through like a train, bustin' suckers in the brain
It's the City Boys Clique, we ain't a damn gang
But we will gang up on ya, so test us if you wanna
Round after round shootin' up your damn corner
Brothers by the drive-by cause me and Jock is walkin' through
Two raw niggas takin' on your whole crew
So what you wanna do?
Know what I'm sayin', we got nothin' to lose
Believe that there, me and my boy Jock
Jock, what you gotta let 'em know, know what I'm sayin'?
Just wildin', know what I'm sayin'?
Suckers boy, don't be named out your mind man
Just in the hood gettin' alive
Yo Jock, know what I'm sayin'?
We just wildin' know what I...
Hey Jock, one more time, know what I'm sayin'?
We got the Vega boys comin' through, niggas wanna catch beef
But the whole Sugar Hill, Sugar Hill family
Back 'em up, set 'em up, get a joint and roll it up
So what? Light it up, Jock wanna get stuck
Gin and juice on the side, ice in the big cup
Might as well drink cause I'm already fucked up
No competition, niggas better listen
Juvenile Clique four deep on a mission
Uncle Al, Baby Jock, Smokey D, Big Rod
Gucci Man, Cooter Hound, Lil Pooh, Scrap Down
7-1, 6-1, 6-8, 6-3
Overtown, Brown Sub, Large Mart, Pork and Beans
Stock Brothers, Lincoln Field, 15, 18, 14, 6-0
Ally Boys, Sugar Hill, born like a hustler, die like a hustler
Peace to my shorty, and mom, I love ya
Believe that Jock, man
You gotta let 'em know Jock what time it is
One time for all the boys out there tryin' to get it
Get it how you gotta get it boy
Just in the hood, chillin', know what I'm sayin'?
But we ain't finished yet
One time for my dog Crunchman, O-Town chillin'
Baby Jock, what's up dog?
You make me wanna creep on you niggas while you're sleepin'
A pop to that head will have your brain leakin'
A little like this, a little like that
Apart from that gat will lay you on your back
A juvenile delinquent, menace to society
Every job I get, the motherfuckers find me
But that's alright though, I'm still makin' flow
Money in my pocket every time I do a show
No matter how I get it, cause I get it like a hustler
Do you understand? Baby Jock never stutter
My mind is confused, full with bullshit
The Juvenile Clique is the clique you can't mess with
Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Just wildin', niggas gotta come up boy
You gotta come up boy, for real
One time for all the boys out there doin' what they gotta do boy
Ain't nothin' wrong, know what I'm sayin'?
Chillin' with the boys off the ave
My boy DJ Jock
That boy Lee Bone
Okay, my boy Gucci Man
Gucci Man and J chillin'
One time all the boys
Sunny, Sly, know what I'm sayin'?
One time Tommy gotta get it right
We out
We ain't havin' it fuck niggas
They know what type Pooh!
They know what time it is dog, check, check
Man I told so many hoes to suck my dick out
Man it's a damn shame
Hey Pooh, check me out dog
I was at the crib when this dumb ass hoe gon' come over there
Ask me what the fuck I'm finna do
What you mean? Bitch you finna suck my dick dog
Tryin' me, haha