(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
"Freeze" was the sound, I started lettin' off rounds
I check it in on the East Coast
I check it in on the East Coast
Ratha eat pirhana from Benny Hana
(The Hustle Gang)
In the black Testerosa, Sippin' on Mimosa, a bleedin' nosa
(The Hustle Gang)
I check it in in the Dirty South
Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you
It's the boss player, never lost hair over assholes
Make yo' hustle official and them niggaz that's wit' you
Like a bullfrog, nigga I'm a bullhog
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
I check it in in the Dirty South
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
I check it in in the Midwest
They them rattic causin' static, bring me my A U T O matic
Or killas on T.V. can see, we got the real ones
And find the money that's gone
'Cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
And we'll take you, shake you, break you, take two
Where millions never gave a fuck about Sicilians
Play you on wit' the chrome, nigga shoot
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin' side, world muthafuckin' wide
(Hustle, man)
(Ask about me)
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it, hard to fear it
Give me Sicko kilos from Puerto Rico when I okay it
Blast holes in you muthafuckin' tadpoles
I done hade it with these attics and faggots
What cha call it?
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you
(Hustle, man)
Oh, niggaz wanna se how we ride
Wit' the triggas at yo' dome, we like to roam,
Check my blood pressure, they think they fresher than the Don
I check it in in the Midwest
(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
Execute, they try to electrocute, I got too much loot
(Ay-yeah)
I check it in on the East Coast
Prescription pills to keep me calm, nigga, I'm da bomb
(The Hustle Gang)
(Ask about me)
I check it in in the Midwest
Ya say, I'm on yo' hit list, you niggaz miss
Ask about me
Hand yo' mama a tissue if I decide to kiss you
And your World Wide Web, dot com
So check yo' muthafuckin' CD-Rom
(Don Matta', Poppa Don)
What cha call it?
Through yo' muthafuckin' home like a comb
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
I check it in in the Dirty South
I check it in on the West Coast
Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you
What cha call it?
(Hustle, man)
It's the Don Mega
Gotta push tha issue on the fools that dis you
Tryin' to turn my muthafuckin' cheese into Swiss
Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle
(The Hustle Gang, look at me)
(Ask about me)
What cha call it?
(Ask about me)
Can you dig her? It's the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
I don't wanna see Your Honor
Smokin' marijuana in my sauna
I'm in the West, we ain't got the nego
I check it in on the West Coast
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
Whether pump or pistol when it's up in yo' gristle
(Hustle, man)
