[Intro] [Dice rolls] On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner Either other time 11 is irrelevant And 7 is craps, after you've established a point A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10 2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first roll and they craps The money gone, but the dice stay Just cuz I taught you the game don't mean you know how to play And it damn sure don't make you...
[Chorus] I'm a huslta baby, I take chances everyday I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin them or they hustlin you I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon do what the old heads taught me
[Verse 1] Five Hundred on the line and I'm looking for a 10
But I know exactly know how to find a bitch again I buck'em off the table, a 4 and a 6 Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks Came a 6, and what I left with, hush it It's a secret; hustlas don't discuss it Brush the dust off my britches when the dice game finished Sometimes you gotta lose, man that just the business I done left the rent to the dice game, the water and lights My old lady bout to hoop and call it a night My last two hundred, and I'm bout to let it ride Let'em roll, came out a 4 and 5 My points 9, I'm working, 8, 10, I'm searchin Well here goes a 4 and a 5 Well a 6 and a 3 but either way it's a 9
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[Verse 2] The sink in a drought and I'm tryin to survive Cable off, TV only picks up five White sneakers, damn near look off-white And I'm still using heavy starches, them shit is alright My whole life I'd have trouble stayin focused But I never gave up and never stopped copin Pits in the yard, a bucket in the driveway I'm gonna turn that bitch into a new truck one day Someday, cuz I'm gonna get out here and work until I get a mil, fuck the lotto and a record deal It's real, when you don't even know when your gonna get your next meal Even though when you straight, you still feel like you on them X pills Can't sit still, you pace back and forth Cross the floor until you can't take no more But I'ma be back, believe that, like my big homie E-Mack ...the muthafuckin Southside!
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[Verse 3] I took sixteen zips of that Mexican red Weighed my quarters at five, charged an arm and a leg Busted heads, this move dealt me a new hand The eight I invested was now two grand Met a busta at a club and told him I was the man Met up with him, sold him a quarter ki of sand A young dude, my mentality was like fuck dude We like some pit puppies fightin over dog food In school I sold candy a quarter a piece I made my money off three and the rest was all me In life I fucked a couple of good connects up So if you in the car with me keep ya heads up Worked so hard but couldn't stack no bread up Finally said fuck it cuz I just got fed up The money I owe you, you can chop that boss Because I don't think you got the balls to come knock Stak off
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