Artist: Steady Mobb'n f/ Renzo Album: Black Mafia Song: Still Hustlin' Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) Hey man, what's up with them Steady Mobb'n niggaz man Man them niggaz kicked off the tank man P ain't even messing with them niggaz no mo', for real man You know them SS's them niggaz had, nigga them was P cars (why you all in my motherfucking bidness Why you and your bitch pillow talking me nigga) Man (I'm a real nigga), P pimped them niggaz Them niggaz didn't get paid, them niggaz star struck [Billy Bavgate] I'm still hustling nigga, you might see me in the Source or the Vibe Real niggaz do it live Break the blunt down, cause I still get high I wanna grind all night, to get my money right I'm trying to catch, the Panama flight The Puerto Rican mami's, looking real tight Them bitch ass niggaz ain't right, they mad Cause they can't live the thug life, and make the money like the drug life I'm on the screen, making moves with ten figga niggaz With a team, busters can't fade the king I'm a Ghost town nigga, making moves with a beam This is for the hustlers on the streets, niggaz feel me [Chorus: Renzo] We still some hustlers, we gon' ball till we fall We still some hustlers, steady mobbing through it all We still some hustlers, when our back is on the wall We still some hustlers, tell them haters fuck em all [Crooked Eye] I'll be a legend till I'm gone, real niggaz feel me I'm a soldier on this field, till you niggaz kill me Call me Sosa Alfonso Crooked Eye Frost bit wrists, fifty G's worth of ice Use to slang ki's for the G's, by the zip Rolled with killers, that kept fully's on they hip You can catch me on the block, with my niggaz on the hang I'm a made nigga now, still heavy in the game Tank on my chain, don't mean I changed I still bang to the boogie, and boogie to the bang A mob style vet, I demand respect And if you's reject, it's your chin I check nigga [Chorus] [Billy Bavgate] Rich niggaz feel me, broke niggaz plotting on my loot I need a gangsta bitch, to be my boo Suckers can't enter in my residence So they mad, cause we living like the President I'm acting bad, I'm trying to live lav' And put a little cash in my stash, so I can laugh [Crooked Eye] I push a BM, you still fixing on a GM Residential, while we work Presidential Bigger fig gas, we million dollar thug niggaz Pay slots, while you living with pops We down XO bottles, fuck all the models Shake busters man, this is for the hustlers [Chorus] (*talking*) Hmm, what's up Bavgate my nigga These niggaz steady eyeing, got they eyeballs focused on us (yeah man, I been kicking back thinking man These niggaz all in our bidness man, they need to watch they bitch That's who they got a problem with man) Forget about they eyes, cause we gon' have ours regardless (fa sho nigga, Steady Mobb'n till we fall, we brought the noise nigga)