All Da Hustlers Lyrics by Slimm Calhoun

All Da Hustlers Lyrics

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    To all the hustlers that be movin the sacks
    To all the gangstas (let me hear you bust your gats)
    Let me hear you bust your gats
    (This is for my niggas choppin it up in the traps)

    [ VERSE 1: Pauly Calhoun ]
    Close the blinds, grab the scales and check the weight
    Man, we dope like duct tape, cocaine straight
    We ain't scared to ride dirty, we got product to sell
    And we known to take chances, put you under the jail
    See, my cousin taught cats how to run traps
    And was the first to set em off with them ready sacks
    So we gon' keep collectin loot from the hot spots
    So I can cop my pops a masterpiece Rolex watch

    [ VERSE 2: Big Cuz Calhoun a/k/a K.B. ]
    Uh, Big Cuz gon' keep it real as I can
    I never killed a man but tortured niggas ass so that they understand
    I run up in yo house to smack your bitch
    Like, "Hush up, before I bust yo ass, show me the shit"
    I ain't in this muthafucka to play
    I came to get the lley
    So goddammit, make my day
    I'm a Southeast gorilla
    Up strap you bust a nigga
    If not, you'se a busta nigga
    Be a gangsta

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    [ VERSE 3: Lucky Calhoun ]
    We Martell-dwellin, sellin out the backdo'
    Can't let my mama know
    But in the hood, yo, it bees like that
    Havin visions of a fat-ass crib, a Benz and 2 chrome gats
    These niggas bust back
    There's some rules on these streets that we go by
    You don't get high off your own supply
    When you catch that traitor look that hater dead in his eye
    Kiss his ass bye-bye before you let one fly
    To all the hustlers..

    [ VERSE 4: Slimm Calhoun a/k/a Briand Calhoun ]
    D-boys come out and play
    Who got the weed now, who got the lley?
    A-ha, d-boys come out and play
    Who got the work and who got the pay?
    Location unknown, still in the woods with the goods
    Playmaker, Mister Bill Changer, Work Slanger
    Pressure Point Pusher, one on the block, one looker
    A half in the cooker, two crabs and we shook em
    We cap all work and snatch all skirts
    You can get jaw-jabbed and jerked for your jewels
    Weight on the tool, we break and take rooks to school
    It's gon' be hell when the Calhouns come through

    [ VERSE 5: Freddy Calhoun a/k/a Cool Breeze ]
    Now I'm next to the oldest cousin who showed out on Thanksgiving
    And didn't like what my daddy bought me and got a whipping on Christmas
    Cause I'm welfare-instated, late rent-related
    We from government homes, apartment-educated
    Man, you can catch me at the Embassy Suites or Marriot Fairfield
    Cause real cool, cool cuttas keep a hotel bill
    I roll with 10 girls called 10 deep who know what up
    That if you leave with a cutta, then you wann' get cut

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