Don't blame it on my hustlers, don't blame it on my players, don't blame it on my gamestats, blame it on my game.

If it's a Kona, I'mma bend it, been doing my thing, independent. I'm loving this life, my scratch is splendid.

Got another LP coming from that LV. Player, handle your biz is what they tell me.

Be about your riches, stay far from snitches, and keep them gold -digging bitches, house your britches.

Man, he never suck a square, don't even deal with him. Put that bastard to sleep, he got no skrill with him.

I ain't trying to chill with him, let him know what I know. Hit the hill with him, let him see what I grow.

Man, I'm sure I'm that player that he wants to be, cause see I put that good game down constantly.

Don't blame it on my hustlers, don't blame it on my players, don't blame it on my gamestats, blame it on my game.

Now I got a baby mama, who love to give me drama, all because I hustle chips and smoke my mighty wanna.

But I'ma make my money long, cause I need to get my milky and honey on.

I love to hang out with my clique, and buy the latest sneaker. Got chicas on my people, and a plug down in Costa Rica.

Bone bill, larger than all outdoors. I got mouthpiece, so I rock real toys.

And now I gotta find time, for Madden 99. But don't get it twisted, man, it's money on my mind.

So you can't hate the hustle, unless you in the struggle. And how you gon' bubble, when all you do is fuck trouble?

Don't blame it on my hustlers, don't blame it on my players, don't blame it on my gamestats, blame it on my game.

Don't blame it on my hustlers, don't blame it on my players, don't blame it on my gamestats, blame it on my game.