Chill And Hussle Lyrics by Unlv

Chill And Hussle Lyrics

    Verse one: {lil' ya}

    It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
    Down to make some snaps so what's the haps?
    Do i need the strap?
    Will somebody give me a extra clip?
    Cuz i'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
    They might even try some of that funny shit
    If they do, they fuckin' wig i'm a split
    I'm a get my point across cuz i'm the boss
    Walkin' with my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
    With some soldiers behind me called the black connection
    Bet you bottom dollar we be tighter then some bird fly
    You bests to run if you gun is on safety
    Be handy with the steel if you ever try to face me
    Nigga don't you miss because if you do i'm a retaliate
    And before ya shut yo head and fuckin' face
    Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' from the city
    Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank nitty
    Takin' no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
    Bustin' down yo door to take your coke and all yo boy
    Then i leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery
    Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac
    Watch yo back nigga

    Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil' ya}

    Parley is cool and ok
    But i rather chill and hussle
    I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
    Parley is cool and ok
    But i rather chill and hussle
    Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
    {2x}

    Verse two: {yella boy}

    Like black and moe i got this shit sold
    Cock diesel by my side another homicide
    I'm back up on the scenery ya bitch you
    I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the hell are you?
    Now if you think you can beat me to the draw faw?
    Try yo luck, because i'm a mover in the u-haul
    Yo ass in trouble, when i plot and get there on the double
    Ain't nothin' shakin', when the real nigga hit the block
    Fully auto amo aimin' at you non stop
    Slickie grease i got yo draws down
    I'm pased once, i'm comin' back around to act a clown
    No freakin' out because i'm used to this bloody streak
    Everyday and all night i keep my heat
    Don't give a fuck i play it real as it fuckin' go
    I ain't no hoe i spin the bin lettin' bullets flow
    Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope
    I ain't no joke see i'm straight downin' folks
    I'm on the real with the bill fifty loc song
    I put my stop to all you wanna bee's instantly
    Then i vanish hangin' with the spanish
    I'm ducked off i'll be right back at you
    I'm here to stay now bitch you like a statue
    Ya see i'm dumpin' bullets if you try to disrespect my set
    I beat i'll leave yo ass wet, because i'm in a affect
    With the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
    Comin' to down you, quickly try'na get rid of you
    I catch a drain put yo ass in pain
    Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang
    I come to buck you down because i'm a fuckin' clown
    The black is in a position that it's supposed to be in
    As i spin the bin once again

    Chorus: {2x}

    Verse three:{tec-9}

    Niggas i got that flipper bigger den the big dipper
    We blowin' up slangin' this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
    We be rockin' up slab have the money in my hood
    Keep it good, protect the money that you make
    You bitch niggas can't fade what we put together
    No matter the weather i be ridin' around with
    That four-four in my leather
    Two extra clips to make sure yo bitch ass flips
    So catch the cut
    Nigga what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
    Get ready for strappin' because you know
    I'm bout that action daddy ok today
    I take a ride with my ak
    Somebody don ratted out my rock shop
    And told the cops my chillin' spot
    Where i hang at my reservation
    Jeopardizin' my probation
    But i got to hussle to keep my shit tight right?
    If it means i have to walk the streets all
    Motherfuckin' night all my hommies are out
    Enjoyin' there selves (where you at tec-9)
    I'm slangin' rocks in the motherfuckin' meplh
    Now let's elevate a take it to another level
    Work it off the beeper flowin' from my nigga keith
    Use the code that i give you hit me i'm a hit you
    Now picture me ballin' the emenies around me
    Waitin' for me to go down
    Player hater's are created by the hour
    Dope deal gone sour
    Replace the yae with the flour
    Break a quarter key down i can't fuck with that
    Give a nigga ounce of that furl and i can fuck with that
    I would love to go out and parley with my homies
    Today but i got's to pay bills and tomorrow's the first man

    Chorus: {2x}

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