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Damn, niggas ain't come with that shit there man
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See I'm a g on the 24/7
give a damn if I don't go to heaven
Us g's bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard a nigga gotta eat

Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a time
Two on my record and a scared mind

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So I'm crazy, drive by miss
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and babies
I it's sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me jack or

You know what p, man you
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a

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And the p change
Call me mr. rogers or the dope-man
Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run ant hill
Some bad cards been
My auntie marie told my mamma that I'll probably get my cap
And I don't give a
Still tryin' to make a dollar cent out that ice cream truck

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Cause I'm a hustla, that's hustlas do
Listen why you wanna live that life
Cause I'm a hustla, what hustlas do
baby you know you ain't livin' right
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what do
Listen

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Silkk some shit

I'll be to

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Fool, why you live you live

Cause I to
I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her I'll be home, I don't want that cryin' shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, be home that night
And when she hear shots she me
Havin' nightmares that a nigga's up daisies
I'm hangin' with these killas
She's always me not to hang with my tru niggas

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Young brother in the hood his life
Who gives a damn, just ghetto life
it on this rap shit that I spit
What these hoovies or this fucked up government
You blame bush when he bombed iraq
Or noreaga when he ? ? ? for sellin' that
And it's sad to see a cry
It the beatin' of rodney king
Hit dollars to realize
That in the ghetto ain't shit
And oj wouldn't be on if it wasn't a white bitch
I kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal
They to beat tyson and tupac before that went to jail
And sad to see this happen
Stars like michael on trial now what's really happenin'
And ? ? ? must be a
Anita hille, clarence now what's up folks
And no role to look up to
That's why form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child without a figure
I'm not 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin' to hustle on the grind, a loaf of bread
Even these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave

Why you wanna live that life, I'm you baby
You know you ain't livin'
It ain't no limit to tru niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I'm you baby
You you ain't livin' right