(feat. Veit Marvos)

Ohh, JU-ICE, got my ^!$$% Heron in the house with

me tonight. Conglom in this (*##$, wattup Marvo
Whole crew in this mother$#&@er, for real. Malik
when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you

^!$$%z what the truth was

[Juice]

I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin
A dozen cops while we on the blocks rock smugglin
And these little gray stones is so addictive

^!$$%z even paid with they homes, is some sick %#@!
But in the hood, you either known them or you bail them out of county
%#@!, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty

Some even do both
Or crook it up too, %#@! all three like Kukoc
All this income, and still the block starvin

No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not Marvin
The hood's real loaded up, my clip slaughter jerks
No boards to walk, you lucky if the water works

As I move on, I start to see the law love it
The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it
Very few get to start in this game

It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain

[Chorus]

I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town
A ^!$$% gotta clown. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of states

I could die today. *I'm sick of hustlin*
I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a lotta chicks
Viewed a lotta whips. *I'm sick of hustlin*

I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta fools
I paid a lotta dues. *I'm sick of hustlin*


[Marvo]
I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough enough of this
Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick

And throw your face in the mud, why is you $#&@ers sick
Before I go to jail, homie I'ma up the fifth
It's so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this

Just know there's other people like me and they stuck in this
State of mind, the blind meetin the blind
Everybody get they information from the grapevine

We could make it but ^!$$%z just hate tryin
I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a hate crime
They make time, according to what the jakes find

Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make wine
I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break mine
I'm on the block, cops come, it's hit the gate time

Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate flyin
I try to stop but the hustler in me ain't dyin


[Chorus]

[Juice]

And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to tour on
But Ma$e ain't even go, that's a oxy moron
Bullets penetrate the chest of the innocent

Half the brock runners, only strip they ever get is in
My ^!$$% Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq
He get right back and have to fight blacks

So you could go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare
Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there
So we slang 'caine, gangbang, remain sane

If it's even possible, a ^!$$% gotta maintain
We put little bags of rocks in the hands of children
And conceal them while they're standing by abandon buildings

The richer we get, the broker the hood
Tyson is broke but Oprah is good
Touching the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight

I don't wanna have to hustle no more, right

[Chorus]