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The streets make the hustlas Hustlas make the world go round The world is made of keys, ounces and pounds The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas See how shit come back round for ya Gotta cop it, chop it and cook it See how shit come back round for ya Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble And you can knock on my door But you can't knock the hustle But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen And my Jake but I put more 'd' on me Lil Weezy Wee gon eat that's how it is Got insurance on the floor man I'm that positive And I'm shaggy in the saggy lens Me an my squad in the paddy wagon tally Benz And you know I put the mags on that .45 mack with the flash on that Who want it Everybody sing along
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