Yeah It's that shit Yeah Didn't wanna be a hustler But I had no choice Y'all don't know what that is That's what shit, what Didn't wanna be a hustler But I had no choice Lemme school y'all for a minute What I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had to feed my family "Lord watch his back" she did pray I'm sorry mama, but now I'm paid Because of my surroundings I had no real choice and Knew that I was going Not even knowing This was my destiny A ghetto prodigy Living in poverty Really checked my mentality Brought out the thug in me Before the crib and the 600 I was a shorty on the block runnin' A little punk mothafucka just like you Loud mouth knucklehead who loved to fight too But I learned the real way of winnin' the game Is not clockin' for another cat, makin' him famous But coppin' me a brick, stayin' on the low Hustled it myself, now I'm never gon' be broke Mmm hmm hmm (this the best part right here) All day All night and all day Had to get my pay, but But the stacks Stacks and stacks of cash Kept my pockets fat Ooh-wee, I gotta get it (Now if you got it like they want it and you know it) Now somebody say ohh ohh ohh (Dave make 'em holla for that dolla) Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo (Oh oh oh) Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo (Gotta get my money y'all) Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo (Hey, hey) Ohh-wee-ohh, yooo (Didn't wanna be) Mama, I'm sorry Ooh, ohh Everybody say with me Everybody sing with me, say Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh Ohh ohh Everybody say Ohh-wee-ohh, ohh ohh Gotta get that doe-ee-ohh Ohh ohh