This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Too $hort:
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in the house spittin' game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
Short Dog, my shit is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you want to get me better hit me on my pager
Today I'm on the west coast
Tomorrow I'm in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
Shorty drop the bass in the mix
You know what's next bitch
I'm sure to get rich
[Chorus]
Ha ha
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops
This is for the hustlas
Believe me coming stapped with the gak
When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin'
Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin'
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke bitches
Slanging that game
Now shit done changed
It ain't the the same
I ain't lyin' niggas are dyin'
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin'
In the penitentiary or in the cemetery
Gettin' high no need to worry
Last year niggas knockin' up the block and in between shots
Pumpin' tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin' you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride.
[Chorus]
I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Contact niggas like a part time
When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side
Man of many men's till the very end
And blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
And we can have us a gak to gak talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
And we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
And he's a motherfucker ? calls a corner when I'm around
Bodies are buried and found all around
And parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
The shit won't change as long as I'm alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight
[Chorus]
If your a real hustler your sure to get rich.
[Chorus]
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
This is for the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in the house spittin' game wit Breed
Ain't no bust partner, that's the third week
I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me
How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12?
The phone and TV ended with a green smell
I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down
Short Dog, my shit is nation wide now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you want to get me better hit me on my pager
Today I'm on the west coast
Tomorrow I'm in Texas
Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus
Shorty drop the bass in the mix
You know what's next bitch
I'm sure to get rich
[Chorus]
Ha ha
I'd be the thuggin' ass outlaw
Til my fuckin' casuct drops
Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops
This is for the hustlas
Believe me coming stapped with the gak
When you see me
Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin'
Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin'
Born in these projects destined to fate
Collecting mail on these broke bitches
Slanging that game
Now shit done changed
It ain't the the same
I ain't lyin' niggas are dyin'
Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin'
In the penitentiary or in the cemetery
Gettin' high no need to worry
Last year niggas knockin' up the block and in between shots
Pumpin' tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac
This year bringin' you the fix
Including Ant Banks in the mix
We're sure to get rich
Still I ride.
[Chorus]
I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Contact niggas like a part time
When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side
Man of many men's till the very end
And blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter
And we can have us a gak to gak talk
Do it old style and do a back to back walk
Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends
And we can put the bull shit to an end
I figure if he plays around he lays around
And he's a motherfucker ? calls a corner when I'm around
Bodies are buried and found all around
And parish and charish and thoughts just to be true
Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya
So guard your girl and pickup your pistol
Cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit
The shit won't change as long as I'm alive
I gotta survive and keep it tight
[Chorus]
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