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c-murder - hustlin' (2000) lyrics

[master 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)”

[hook: 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 n-gga went from weed to guns
my cousins a dope dealer now it’s c0ke & funds
now with the money comes b-tches & with the feds comes snitches
i’m just a lil’ n-gga tryin’ to go from rags to riches
cause in the ghetto n-ggas like to flip fo’ & a half
the projects is home but the ghetto’s my lab
n-ggas scream third ward n-gga we ready to ride
n-ggas say f-ck no limit then we ready to die
n-gga fo’ fives & nines we hold them high
lil’ n-ggas 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 n-gga you’ll end up in the pen

[chorus (2x)]

[krazy]
what if these mothaf-ckin’ project bricks could talk
would they tell what goes on n-gga after dark
bullets spark young homies gettin’ blasted
sixteen in a m-th-f-ckin’ casket the games drastic
live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin’ high
mixin’ hennessy & weed b-tch 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 n-ggas better hind yo -ss
we blast like dope fiends roamin’ the block
no matter how many n-ggas get popped drugs’ll never stop believe dat

[chorus (2x)]

[c-murder]
(check this out playa)
now picture me a tru n-gga thugged out hustlin’ hard
i hope you n-ggas 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 m-th-f-ckin’ gun blast
i -n-lyze every n-gga watch his moves look in his eyes
cause you can never tell
predicted dead or in jail n-gga
now tell me what you see
cause life’s so hard for a callio n-gga 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)]

[outro: 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 n-gga
what’s up to all my n-ggas out there (huh brah)
the young guns, cp3, new 9(new 9) whatshappn’ magic
peaches whatshappn’ what’s up krazy n-gga
suge what’s up chillin’ keep it real n-gga

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