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Lyrics
Tell me where the hustle at?
Where the boiler at?
Countin' up they money stacks
Money long, no lookin' back
Choosin' what they tryna do
Strickin' through the whole attack
It's a party goin' down
And the city got it crackin' black
Uh, yeah, yeah
New York City on a pole, lights flash, midnight glow
Women lookin' pretty, whole block lit when they step through the door
Guys be wildin' all day, trick spill, talk loud, big smoke
Chrome-out cars with the wheels so high, got them leanin' off the road
From Philly to the Avenue, everybody know the sound
When the beat hit the pavement, you can feel it in the crowd
It's goin' down tonight, no sleep, no pause, no shame
24-7, we outside, tell the whole world the name
Tell me where the hustler, where the baller at?
Counting up they money stacks
Money long, no looking back
Fusing what they tryna do
Tricking through the whole attack
It's a party going down
And the city got it cracking black
It's a movie on the regular
Every corner got a scene
So many people packed and tight, movin' like a livin' spree
Cops had to slow it down when the block got too alive
But the music kept on dumpin' and we still rockin' on the vibe
Hands up when the bass drops, step back when the light's sweet
Every face got a story, every street got a heartbeat
We outside, 24-7, never fold, never hide
When the drums keep knockin', uh, that's the city comin' alive
Tell me where the hustler, where the baller at?
Countin' up they money stacks, money long, no lookin' back
Choosin' what they tryna do, trickin' through the whole attack
It's a party goin' down and the city got it crackin' black
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