Damn, these ^!$$%s ain't come with that %#@! there man
Check this out



See I'm a G on the grind 24/7

Don't give a damn if I don't go to heaven
Us G's live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a ^!$$% gotta eat



Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time

Two strikes on my record and a scared mind



So I'm crazy, drive by Miss Daisy
Sellin' dope to all these mother$#&@ers and killin' babies
I know it's sad but I gotta pay the bills

Who gives a $#&@ about me Jack or Jill



You know what P, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life



And the P won't change
Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man

Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt

My auntie Marie told my mamma that i'll probably get my cap peeled
And I don't give a $#&@
Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck





Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do

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



Silkk kick some %#@!



I'll be glad to



Fool, why you live like you live



Cause I have to

When I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick
Tell her i'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin' %#@!
I wish I could tell her everything would be alright

But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i'll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin' nightmares that a ^!$$%'s pushin' up daisies

Because i'm hangin' with these killas
She's always tellin' me not to hang with my TRU ^!$$%s






Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap %#@! that I spit

What about these hoovies or this $#&@ed up government
You didn't blame Bush when he bombed Iraq
Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin' that crack

And it's sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin' of Rodney King
Hit three-million dollars to realize

That life in the ghetto ain't %#@!
And OJ wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white (*##$
I just kick the real, alot of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail
And it's sad to see this happen

Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what's really happenin'
And ??? must be a joke
Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what's up folks
And no role models to look up to
That's why ^!$$%s form gangs and die for colors like red and blue

A !@$( child without a father figure
I'm not Spice 1, but just another young ^!$$%
Tryin' to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave




Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
It ain't No Limit to these TRU ^!$$%s hustling

Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby
You know you ain't livin' right
No-no-no-no-no-no-no