[C-Murder:]
^!$$% even though I'm on top of the world right now
I'm shining, getting my shine on, check this out

I'm gonna hustle till I'm dead and gone ^!$$%
Don't never let up, don't never let up, you heard me?


[Chorus: x2]
I'm hustle till I'm dead and gone
I got my mind on my money and my hand on my 9 ^!$$%


[C-Murder:]
I went from selling !@%!e to selling tapes in stores

I'm stealing Monte Carlos, driving out show room floors
Now uh, I've been a thug since I was born
I used to hide on the step when my pops cut up heron

A lower class mother$#&@er never had nothing
I watched my brother kill a man and never say nothing
I walk with eyes on the back of my head

Cause in the projects a lot of young ^!$$%s wind up dead
I only roll with TRU ^!$$%s and G's
Like Big Ed and Snoop, I want to kill all my enemies

Now why the Fed's !@#^yzing my words
Since my last court release I ain't never touch another bird
I tell a judge, $#&@ a violation

I ain't got ten years, ^!$$% I'm trying to rock a whole world
I want to be like P and Bone ^!$$%
Cause I'm gonna hustle until I'm dead and gone ^!$$%


[Chorus x2]


[Big Ed:]
The early 90's standing on the block slangin' them rocks
A little bad $$# ^!$$% running from the cops

We used to drive our Z's to the jungle, fun as ever
My neighborhood trained me to be a killer
Big ^!$$%, maintained in the dope game

Slangin bundles of weed, heron, and cocaine
The game is in my vain, you can't stop me ^!$$%
Over time I got hypnotized by pulling triggers

Dying to be the big wheeler, cat peeler, big rap star
They had the finest hoes, clothes, and fastest cars
Me, Silkk, P, and C been hustling for years

Binded by blood and tattoo tears
Rap game gon' never change, my hustle ready to tussle
You talk too much %#@!, we slapping ^!$$%s with mussels

Tank use it's muscle, so can't stop the tidal wave
Hit the Billboard, y'all can sweat, rain


[Chorus x2]

[Full Blooded:]

My ^!$$%s trying to maintain in the streets
My bloodline hounding on all four, trying to get up on the seat
$#&@ a police sweating a ^!$$% trying to shut down a call

But it's my hounds turn to ball
We hit the streets with them choppers and the fash,
Hound out a finch, took them knees with a pocket full of cash

Got the do's in the dash ???
$#&@ it, get a new one, live for cash
Better yet, let em die whole blooded

He that cat that the third block flocking fifteen hundred
All my soldiers and my hounds start counting potatoes
From the thought of big Q all down ???

These demons done counted them out
And this mother$#&@ing game try to hit, fly out like a falcon


[Chorus x4]