Godfather of Harlem - Hustle, Repeat

with Swizz Beatz, Jadakiss




I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat


Fitting all is what the things won
You gotta die to get your streams up
Streets will fuck your dreams up
I was ready for war, I got my cream on
They couldn't do nothing with me, they had to team up
Treat the shawty like Scotty, I had to beam up
I've done a lot, and I've seen much
Another year, that's a million clutch
In extreme rush, [?] or the mean trucks
Fake tough guys, n***as really trim puffs
I get you back dirty, bring all your jeans up
When your life ain't right, you don't mean much
You put the knife in right, you get a clean cut
Yeah, hopefully I get the [?]
I supposed to be high I gotta be
If you live to see thirty, you lived the lottery
And I don't need you to hit a button to follow me


I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat
I get money, hustle, repeat

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