Haystak Hustle & Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
[Dice rolls]
On the first roll 7 or 11 is a winner
Either other time 11 is irrelevant
And 7 is c___s, after you've established a point
A point being 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, or 10
2's, 3's, and 12's is only relevant on your first roll and they c___s
The money gone, but the dice stay
Just cuz I taught you the game don't mean you know how to play
And it d___ sure don't make you...

[Chorus]
I'm a huslta baby, I take chances everyday
I'm a gambler baby, how can I win if I don't play
I'm a hustla baby, you either hustlin them or they hustlin you
I'm a gambler baby, I'm gon do what the old heads taught me

[Verse 1]
Five Hundred on the line and I'm looking for a 10
But I know exactly know how to find a b____ again
I buck'em off the table, a 4 and a 6
Money up, money down, who gonna fade me tricks
Came a 6, and what I left with, hush it
It's a secret; hustlas don't discuss it
Brush the dust off my britches when the dice game finished
Sometimes you gotta lose, man that just the business
I done left the rent to the dice game, the water and lights
My old lady bout to hoop and call it a night
My last two hundred, and I'm bout to let it ride
Let'em roll, came out a 4 and 5
My points 9, I'm working, 8, 10, I'm searchin
Well here goes a 4 and a 5
Well a 6 and a 3 but either way it's a 9

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[Verse 2]
The sink in a drought and I'm tryin to survive
Cable off, TV only picks up five
White sneakers, d___ near look off-white
And I'm still using heavy starches, them s___ is alright
My whole life I'd have trouble stayin focused
But I never gave up and never stopped copin
Pits in the yard, a bucket in the driveway
I'm gonna turn that b____ into a new truck one day
Someday, cuz I'm gonna get out here and work until
I get a mil, f___ the lotto and a record deal
It's real, when you don't even know when your gonna get your next meal
Even though when you straight, you still feel like you on them X pills
Can't sit still, you pace back and forth
Cross the floor until you can't take no more
But I'ma be back, believe that, like my big homie E-Mack
...the m____fuckin Southside!

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[Verse 3]
I took sixteen zips of that Mexican red
Weighed my quarters at five, charged an arm and a leg
Busted heads, this move dealt me a new hand
The eight I invested was now two grand
Met a busta at a club and told him I was the man
Met up with him, sold him a quarter ki of sand
A young dude, my mentality was like f___ dude
We like some pit puppies fightin over dog food
In school I sold candy a quarter a piece
I made my money off three and the rest was all me
In life I f___ed a couple of good connects up
So if you in the car with me keep ya heads up
Worked so hard but couldn't stack no bread up
Finally said f___ it cuz I just got fed up
The money I owe you, you can chop that boss
Because I don't think you got the b____ to come knock Stak off

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