C-Murder - Hustlin Lyrics

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one in a half two in a half three in a half four quarters

I think i might have a thousand grams

(one key)

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh oh

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

(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 and funds

Now with the money comes bitches and 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' and 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 and nines we hold them high

Lil' niggas whoop whoop hide them pies

'cause if it don't make dollars then it don't make sense

An if yo hustle ain't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh oh

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

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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' hennessey and 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 and 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

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh oh

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

(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 and 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 and play again it's on in the ghetto

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh oh

Hustlin' hustlin'

Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

Tru records tru records huh brah

On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot

What's happn' own records representin' the millennium?

(ya heard)

For the 2g still i ride what's up ke'noe nigga

(ya heard)

What's up to all my niggas out there?

(huh brah)

The young gunscp3 new 9 what's happn' magic?

(new 9)

Peaches what's happn' what's up krazy nigga?

Suge what's up chillin' keep it real nigga?

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