I Aint In It For The Glory I'm Down To Die For It Absoutely Manditory Respect This Hustle, Respect This Hustle Wont Accept Nothin Less, So Respect This Hustle [T.I.] These Niggas Bitch Made I
E C T M Y H U S T L E You'll respect this hustle, respect this hustle Won?t accept nothin? else so respect this hustle I ain't in it for the fame, I ain't
Traduction: TI. Respecter cette Hustle.
E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E Respect This Hustle, Respect This Hustle Wont Accept Nothin Less, So Respect This Hustle I Aint In It For The Fame I Aint
-E-S-P-E-C-T M-Y H-U-S-T-L-E Respect This Hustle, Respect This Hustle Wont Accept Nothin Less, So Respect This Hustle I Aint In It For The Fame I Aint
away from parkay Ask me what I do, man, I pimp and parle [Baby Bash - Verse 3] What's really, though I wouldn't care if she smoke dope, shot rope Or
by the cops Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch Everything a hustle when you tryin' come buy some guap I'm a keep grindin' 'till I'm still
Lil' Keke:] I get it how I live, that's why I'm thugging to death I'm one deep up in the houpe, cause I ain't gon tell on myself Houston Texas is my city
mob shit I never let this misery, push me to do something I regret But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I
so lovely My bath water stay bubbly, when I had some of ugly You can't touch me, I think I got it under control I'm feeling my riches ain't too big, its
but I bounce back, Three cribs, one viper, and a mayback. I'm like, baby, you can call me the birdman. But I'm the boss, I don't hustle on the curb, man
they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I
homies cause they jealous, I hustle solo Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen Ain't nothin poppin 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no
Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya! This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA! IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
don't do shit I ain't looking for love, duke, I'm looking for respect I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck I'm a thug poet, you know what I
I was shakin Cause I injected dope in my veins Divide and strain could I describe pain could I Describe livin life without desire mayne Could I survive if I couldn't