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Hustlin

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[P talking]
"One in a half,two in a half,three in a half,
(four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)"

[Chorus: singing]
Hustlin, hustlin
Tryin` to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh
Hustlin,hustle
Tryin` to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

[Master P]
(Where them fiends at,I`ll be right there in the hall way ya heard me)
Now picture me a street nigga went from weed to guns
my cousins a dope dealer now it`s coke & funds
now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches
I`m just a lil` nigga tryin` to go from rags to riches
Cause in the ghetto niggas like to flip fo` & a half
the projects is home but the ghetto`s my lab
Niggas scream third ward nigga we ready to ride
Niggas say fuck No Limit then we ready to die
Nigga fo` fives & nines we hold them high
Lil` niggas whoop whoop hide them pies
Cause if it don`t make dollas then it don`t make sense
An if yo hustle ain`t tight nigga you`ll end up in the pen

Chorus (2X)

[Krazy]
What if these mothafuckin` project bricks could talk
Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark
Bullets spark young homies gettin` blasted
Sixteen in a muthafuckin` casket the games drastic
Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin` high
Mixin` Hennessy & weed bitch it`s do or die
When we ride to yo area
Tell yo family find where they can bury ya
My dawgs carry ah AK`s & ski masks
If you got ki`s then yo niggas better hind yo ass
We blast like dope fiends roamin` the block
No matter how many niggas get popped drugs`ll never stop believe dat

Chorus (2X)

[C-Murder]
(check this out playa)
Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin` hard
I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft
Cause mentally I`m capable of over comin` the worst
I`m havin` flashes picture me in ashes & dirt
On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past
I lost my brother to a muthafuckin` gun blast
I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes
Cause you can never tell
Predicted dead or in jail nigga
Now tell me what you see
Cause life`s so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig
Cause I`m gonna hustle til` I`m gone
Hit the highway & play again it`s on in the ghetto

Chorus (2X)

[C-Murder]
TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah
On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot
Whatshappn` own records representin` the millenium (yaheard)
For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what`s up Ke`noe nigga
what`s up to all my niggas out there (huh brah)
The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn` Magic,
Peaches whatshappn` what`s up Krazy nigga
Suge what`s up chillin` keep it real nigga

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