Husslers N Gangstaz

[Chorus] [Artillery] (Germ)<br>You don`t wanna be no hussler, sometimes husslers starve<br>Gettin` money, we pray that we don`t touch you god<br>(You don`t wanna no gangsta, sometimes gangstas bleed)<br>(And one day you face the day when you`re forced to squeeze)<br>See a nigga turn hussler, (then a hussler turn thug)<br>A thug turn gangsta when he bust his first slug<br>(When shit hit the fan) tell me who you gonna trust?<br>(Just do what you gotta do) do what you must<br><br>[Artillery]<br>When you lust the color of green<br>Schemes with the toast, keep presidental ( ? ) thugs on both knees<br>Deep in the game and now you`re lovin` the coke<br>Cause it make you wanna stack a quater mill and be ghost<br>Then get out the ghetto, get out the slums, get out the gutter<br>Wake up the metal, break up dunns, break up the butter<br>makin` `em stutter, mask up, lookin` for green<br>Would you call a ( ? ), reach for your dreams<br>Life is losin`, everything is never what it seems<br>Searchin` for the fiends, it`s like a maze to get you the green<br>Send up the wheel like wild crews, spinnin` the wheel<br>But lay low and spray high like a raw street deal<br>Truth of the pen, half these cat ain`t usin` thier brain<br>Bustin for nothin`, takin` this struggle and vain<br>And thier`s those who respect, and lovin` this game<br>Play by code and honor when they dealin` with things<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Germ]<br>My team is like the Armada comin` through, like a fleet of ships<br>Guns with clips, it`s a color-line between the bloods and crips<br>Don`t avoid the war-zone to save your Private Ryan<br>Peep around the walls and your top get blown, right if you`re afraid of dyin`<br>Would you froze in a crusial monument<br>When your peeps needed the ammo the gun down your opponents<br>Son got slugs in his chest, while your sittin` on the stairs shedin` tears<br>Actin` like you not knowin`, the enemies passed you<br>You woulden`t bust you gun, standin` there lookin` shooked and stunned<br>Now you`re stressin`<br>Knowin` that the shorty took your man the the essence<br>When the shit`ll bring you, you and the peeps start to restin`<br>Understand, death will keep pressin`<br>Can`t be dealin` with these cats in the game, we`ll floss<br>Understandin` that thier hands don`t be smellin` like yours<br>Be the same ones, you have with you when you flossin` on tour<br>Be the main ones, to send thier goons to kick in your door<br>So you watch who you have with when you`re in media circles<br>Cause in the end, those the ones that gon` hurt you<br>And the end, those the ones that gon` hurt you<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Artillery]<br>If you got dreams to settle down with a brick<br>Then you better got it on ( ? ) clips<br>Get you a Tre-8 a three-pound and watch your chips<br>Better then a dog and you ain`t gotta feed `em shit<br>Don`t trust no man, never gonna talk to no chick<br>Same bitches set you up and now they shot in you whip<br>Don`t get `em, all or nothin`, you can`t even be miss<br>The streets ain`t a play-ground, squeeze the fifth<br><br>[Germ]<br>I`m in cut like ?Porac-Side?, bubbelin`<br>Godfellas comin` in, we troublin`<br>You scarred to let us come out, knowin` we dumb out<br>When we pull them guns out, you change your whole route<br>Know what Germ be about, spittin` sixteens, spit the last fuckin` eight<br>To set the record straight<br>Controllin` my destiny, I`m kind of scarred to fade<br>If you cross the wrong path, you get your face ate<br><br>[Chorus]