Who Put it Together

This for my block niggas My niggas who got the block hot Ya understand Check it out, look . [ Verse 1: Turk ] Everyday all day, I be getting my grind on So I can live lovely and get my shine on Early in the morning, to late at night I be doing my thing, going on flights Catching the night ramblers, and the early birds Best believe they coming, all they need is the word Where the fire at, and they gone crowd your world Especially if you got big bags of pearl For the dope fiends Crack for the crack fiends Weed for the weed fiends Coke for the coke fiends I'm a all around hustler with every drug And I serve everybody, don't care where you from When it comes down to money, then I gotta get it In order to stack hundreds, I gotta get out and get it And make something out of nothing Try to shake something Got enough fetti on the strip for me to shake something [ Chorus 4x: Turk ] I hustle eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours Nigga, Nigga, you put it together [ Verse 2: Turk ] (Look, look) I hustle 52 weeks straight 12 months, 365 days cause they got money to make Doing bad is something I hate That's why I take Penitentiary chances, every single day I gotta feed the little one That's why I do's, what I do's Behind a project fuckin' building It's must I make ends meet Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me I been strugglin' for too long That's why I hit the corner and get my groove on Selling coke and heroine Watching the words that I speak on my cell phone From the shop to the block, nigga Our spot be hot, and I, got it on lock, nigga And only I got the ki' So that means, ain't no nigga could hustle with me [ Chorus 4x ] [ Verse 3: Turk ] (Look, look) All I know is how to sell drugs How to make a quick come-up, my nigga, and get it in bluff Been making dirty money all my life Since 12, got off the porch, my nigga, and started livin' trife Dropped out of school and I didn't finish Runnin' the streets so hard, I ran down my tenni's That's just the way that I was livin' From sun-up to sun-down, just spinnin' and flippin' Up and down the block, in and out the hallways Back and forth to stashes, like a chicken with no head I had to get paid, cause I like nice thangs (why) Cause them hoes, jocks a nigga who got change Come on man, you know how it go Plus a nigga ain't frontin' ya shit no mo I gotta get me, get it 'till I can't no mo Ball 'till I fall, 'till it ain't no mo [ Chorus 4x ] [ Turk ] Uh-huh, that's how it's going down, nigga, from my town, to yo' town Get yo motherfuckin' paper nigga by all means. If you gotta Murk yo way to get it, work your way to get it However nigga, get yo shit, nigga. Turk said that. Motherfuck them people Yeah. And it's like that. I'm a motherfuckin' hustler My nigga Ke'noe, he a motherfuckin' hustler. Laboratory nigga; You know we some motherfuckin' hustlers, ya understand? See what's going down, in 2003 to.. whenever. Look .