Get It (Blk, Mug)-Boss Hogg Outlawz

Get It (Blk, Mug) - Boss Hogg Outlawz (Chris Ward:) Fantasies and wishes, of hustlers with riches Drop top sixes, and old schools with switches And though it's true the sh*t I do, caught me a case The same sh*t I do, help out my estates So I take heavenly dances, with felony chances If you asking all the questions, who's telling the answers I fill your head up with smoke, like you inhaling the branson This money and jewelry, got these girls swearing I'm hansom It's like I hustle for days, to get this money for years And FED time for conspiracy, is one of my fears So I have daily conversations, with the Lord about How I'ma make it out, rapping or trapping out the crack house I mean, I got million dollar schemes And aspirations to fulfill, my million dollar dreams And so it seems, I can't quit it I gotta stay with it Why else would I be in it, sh*t I gotta get it (Hook: Rob Smallz) I'm doing everything, cause I gotta get it Until, all the getting is good And I probably ain't gon change, because I live it From block to block, to your hood No mistakes about it, God's watching over me While I ride, and grind in these streets And I'm not a struggler, homie I'm a hustler Why else would I be in it, I gotta get it (Slim Thug:) I gotta get it mayn, I can't quit it mayn Don't keep spitting, keep ticking till I hit it mayn I'm staying with it mayn, no breaks no stops No playing no bops, till my team on the top Refuse to drop, my mind made I'ma be paid F**k waiting sitting in the shade, hoping for a better day I'm busting down blocks, till I find me a better way Cocking back them glocks, trying to find where the cheddar stay Hope and pray to God, that I find me a better J But sh*t for now, I gotta do whatever pay I'm tired of sitting, and wanting and wishing I'm getting it, grinding on a million dollar mission I gotta get it (Hook) (Young Black:) Been a long time coming, from hustling and rock bumping Smallest ni**a on the block, out the pot got the spot jumping Lord forgive me for sinning, and mama I know you hurt But these bills keep coming, and mama you out of work I'd rather be in the dirt, before I sit on my a** With my hands out, begging for cash Ni**a they raised me a G, take from a ni**a 'fore he take it from me Money's the key, so baby that's all I see I'm so blind, late nights I got this money on my mind And a pistol in my hand, and I can't seem to lay it down I'm out here on my grind, I hope you niggaz paying your dues While you suckas out here hustling for shoes, and y'all suppose to be true's (Hook)