Hustlin' Is All I Can Do

歌詞

(Mr. 3-2) May life be a trip, I never knew, things could ever get bad As I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clips That's it, I'm going all out and if I die then remember me Cause in these last days I'm feeling like I'ma hit the penitentiary For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle You got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustle I tussle, work my muscle, and boss hog Take what's mine, and still screaming fuck y'all If I can't ball, they better lock me up Shackled down, hand cuffed, on sight I'ma bust What's up, where your nuts, I get rushed to the head Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses And I ain't, tolerating no losses And no excuses, cause this world is so shife Street game forever, and it's like that for life, nigga (Chorus) Will I ever see the stage again Radio D.J.s gone respect my rhythm Feeling like I'm fin to hit the pen again What will I do for food Living in the ghetto turning boys to men Crooked cops and killers interrupt my mission Tell me will I ever pimp my penn again Hustling is all I can do (Verse 2) I was born on a fucked up day, had to be, holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em But some consciencely, running these streets, living constantly It's costing me, way too much, but the slums got me Jacking niggas work something, exclude before I hurt something Inhale, exhale, ok, I promise things Gone get better, just give me one more day So I can work my jealous friends to have around So I can tote my shit and hurt my belly for trying to stay down Stay focused on what I'm trying to accomplish, and not be accomplice Stay real, stay true, pay dues, and don't become a victim of some mob shit I never let this misery, push me to do something I regret But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I'ma empty the chamber, oh-oh (Chorus) (Z-Ro) These motherfuckers want me dead, at least that's how it seems to be An army of motherfuckers against me Dean and E Who you gone call, when my commratery come down rain Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing like pain Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends Unless I'm in the penn, I've got nobody to call my kin Cause all the real niggas are dead or in jail, but I've been Left in struggle for success trying to get a check from Southwest Wholesale Look at all the 16's that I've wrecked, and I'm practically poor On top of that I'm homeless my niggas don't want me no more Fuck being ten to get in, these motherfuckers act like they don't know my face Better remember I'm quick to click and hit don't act like you don't know my pace Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money, it's getting crucial If I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch for lunch money Monday night the sirens seemed so loud I hope that I can lose this crowd Lately, it go down that way That's why a nigga quick to get the K and spray We could of been so throwed together But because I was short it's on my cheddar I haaaad to get up and bleed the block, and it don't stop (Chorus)