Hustling all day, trying to make this living
Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this tricking
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
Going H.A.M. in the streets, trying to feed my folks
We dying everyday cause the hood need hope
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What them boys know about this H-Town pimping
Hoes by the dozen, never doing no simpin'
Hit the strip club, I ain't doing no tipping
I'm building up my team, knocking niggas for their women
See they looking for the honey, we looking for the money
I'm breaking hoes, making dough, laughing at them dummies
Got a team of go-getters, dropping stacks in my lap
Ain't no drought selling pussy, so I stopped selling crack
I'm a motherfucking Mac and I ain't talking about computers
If a bitch come short, I'mma beat her up or shoot her
Suge Boss, Juice J on the track spitting pimping
H-Town, Memphis Tenn., hat leaning while I'm limping
Hustling all day, trying to make this living
Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this tricking
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
Going H.A.M. in the streets, trying to feed my folks
We dying everyday cause the hood need hope
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
I'm riding through the hood and I'm screaming "Chuuch"
Trying to get my hands in the bottom of a hoe's bust
And I'm checking traps cause this crack is jumping back
Even if I have to rob a jack for the money racks
Ike Turner pimping in this game, ain't just hitting a bitch
Nigga, me, you all about your grind and your hustling
Using a.44 with a mask or by using your fist
Or something automatic like a chopper with some extra clips
Get up off your ass, no more puff, puff, pass
We gonna hit this block, we gonna get this cash
And it's up for grabs, jump on this real fast
Billy West, you tell them how we make it last
Hustling all day, trying to make this living
Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this tricking
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
Going H.A.M. in the streets, trying to feed my folks
We dying everyday cause the hood need hope
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
Get it quick, get it fast cause they say it might not last
And not 'til the last gram sold if you're about that cash
Blowing dope, inhaling smoke, hoe, and the lights off
You trifling little wench, I'm about to deck you with a right cross
Now how I'm supposed to cook this dough, you're dumber than Bino
I left you with six racks, you blew it at the casino
Even though you had my kids and we struggling to eat
It's Thug, but I beat you down like a nigga in the streets
Back hand smack when you bit too much of that lip flap
Was missing a pack, that's when you heard that gun click-clack
You steal from me and we sleeping in the same house
I'm full of this liquor, hoe, I'm about to choke you out
Hustling all day, trying to make this living
Gotta feed my kids, ain't got time for this tricking
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
Going H.A.M. in the streets, trying to feed my folks
We dying everyday cause the hood need hope
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
What my guys know about this Ike Turner pimping
