Brother, remember, remember
what your mama used to say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We'll get over it
Uh -huh, uh -huh, uh -huh
It won't stay over
with me
Mama wasn't rich
My daddy was poor
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
Mama wasn't rich
My daddy was poor
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
Mama wasn't rich
My daddy was poor
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was poor
And I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
Growing up, I ain't never had nothing
Had to get out there in them streets
and get myself something
Feel me? Chilling with the Legion of Doom
At an early age
Watching all the older niggas
in the hood get paid
Yo, I knew I could get it if I wanted to
Cause I lived on the corner
Where all the bass heads came through
So it's only right that I get my just due, B
Shit, I ain't chose hustling hustling
chose me this my block
I live here I sell drugs here
let a nigga come through
and cut my throat
I dare I swear
I got the tray aid in the tree
and the gauge is right over there
where and the bushes for you dishes
and when I out a nigga
keep looking for police
and the base has jooks and shit
I looked for a job but that ain't last long
I couldn't take it anymore
I had to get my hustle on
When mama wasn't to be,
when my daddy wasn't born,
I couldn't take no more
Now I'm addicted to cartin ass,
servin' the hood
My basketball coach told my moms
and that ain't good
I hide when she slide through
every chance I could
She said, boy,
I see you tryin' to dip back over in the woods
Where you get them new sneakers from?
I know I ain't bought em
I told her, free pour more,
my uncle T -Roy bought em
I grew up around hustlin',
she know I try it
She asked, was I doin' it?
You know I denied it, but I was tired
I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it
Fuck the consequences,
I knew just how to get it
Cop that, cook that, chop that,
pitch that, save that, kiss that
Fresh kicks, new hat,
call heart, new roots
More smoke, more loot, have crack,
get dope, just like rap
Bass heads came back for the hit
My neighbors looked and
cut to the track
Man, fuck that shit
My mama was n't trippin',
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
My mama wasn't trippin',
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
My mama wasn't trippin',
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was born
I couldn't take no more
I had to get my hustle on
When momma wasn't with me,
my daddy was born
Uh -huh, I had to get my Hussie roll
Keith Murray 
