B-Legit Rollin' Wit Hustlers Lyrics

I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with those bustas
I only role with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

Addyup? 'Cuz they done f*ck
With a nigga tryin' to get a buck
I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still
Beat the case off a Dan Vill, now I'm back for the overkill

Hundred dollar bills stuffed in the duffel bag, duffel bag
5 pounds in the back of the deuce rag
So Harm could ya, would ya help the big fella'
Tell 'em how you about [Incomprehensible]

It goes down like brandy Peruvian, mother of pearl
Caucasian white bitch, dirty white girl
Uncut raw like Eddy, sharp like a 'chete
Steady on the program with missions to get fetti

And I'm ready on the pedal heavy when I smash
The same muthaf*cka that hit the gas and dash
To the other side on the down low
'Cuz I only deal with hustlers not bustas, you know

I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

And not too many get to ride with me
And you know how a punk ass bitch can be
A snitch to me, heart pump on hundred
And probably ain't never gonna have no money

I know the same situations but know the vocations
To a brother that's lack, no muscles in your crack
And what happened to all the days that you spent hustlin'?
Every time I see ya, you be strugglin'

The batch betta have my cav and keep the shit comin'
Like the little big rabbit, dag nabbit
I gotta have it to support, can't come up short
So I'm still sellin' with the super sport

I'm still independent but in a minute I'ma be laughin' I got it straight from B-Legit, told me, "Harm you can have this"
So I had to get to focus, left fools all wet, no jokin' in this game
That I play and representin' with hustlers everyday

I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas

A funkin' we goin' go in a caprice fo' door
Ready for war, suspects get took
Playin' the wrong crooks, Legit, Harm with firearm
And leave you quiet like a storm

Infrared, niggaz fled from the street side
From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet side
Niggaz ride to blast with no mass in the broad daylight
See, I never f*ck with bustas at night

Game tight 'cuz the game be thick
Gotta watch out who ya f*ck with 'cuz bustas die quick
So Legezee, would you let ya' playa pezee knezee?
How it goes dezee in the tezee, for shezee

The savage moves chickens like a Mexican
And I'm back to writin' bad ass checks again
Well check yo chin, bitch believe that, believe that
Stays nothin' but game, so receive that, receive that

I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas
I only mess with those hustlers
I never role with no bustas

I only mess with those hustlers
I never mess with no bustas
I only role with a hustler
I never role with a busta

I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?
I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?

I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?
I only mess with huslters, right
Now baby, like to roll with me?