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full blooded - i'm gonna hustle lyrics

c-murder:
n-gga even though i’m on top of the world right now
i’m shining, getting my shine on, check this out
i’m gonna hustle till i’m dead and gone n-gga
don’t never let up, don’t never let up, you heard me?

chorus: (x2)
i’m hustle till i’m dead and gone
i got my mind on my money and my hand on my 9 n-gga

c-murder:
i went from selling c0ke to selling tapes in stores
i’m stealing monte carlos, driving out show room floors
now uh, i’ve been a thug since i was born
i used to hide on the step when my pops cut up heron
a lower cl-ss motherf-cker never had nothing
i watched my brother k!ll a man and never say nothing
i walk with eyes on the back of my head
cause in the projects a lot of young n-ggas wind up dead
i only roll with tru n-ggas and g’s
like big ed and snoop, i want to k!ll all my enemies
now why the fed’s -n-lyzing my words
since my last court release i ain’t never touch another bird
i tell a judge, f-ck a violation
i ain’t got ten years, n-gga i’m trying to rock a whole world
i want to be like p and bone n-gga
cause i’m gonna hustle until i’m dead and gone n-gga

chorus x2

big ed:
the early 90’s standing on the block slangin’ them rocks
a little bad -ss n-gga running from the cops
we used to drive our z’s to the jungle, fun as ever
my neighborhood trained me to be a k!ller
big n-gga, maintained in the dope game
slangin bundles of weed, heron, and cocaine
the game is in my vain, you can’t stop me n-gga
over time i got hypnotized by pulling triggers
dying to be the big wheeler, cat peeler, big rap star
they had the finest hoes, clothes, and fastest cars
me, silkk, p, and c been hustling for years
binded by blood and tattoo tears
rap game gon’ never change, my hustle ready to tussle
you talk too much sh-t, we slapping n-ggas with mussels
tank use it’s muscle, so can’t stop the tidal wave
hit the billboard, y’all can sweat, rain

chorus x2

full blooded:
my n-ggas trying to maintain in the streets
my bloodline hounding on all four, trying to get up on the seat
f-ck a police sweating a n-gga trying to shut down a call
but it’s my hounds turn to ball
we hit the streets with them choppers and the fash
hound out a finch, took them knees with a pocket full of cash
got the do’s in the dash ???
f-ck it, get a new one, live for cash
better yet, let em die whole blooded
he that cat that the third block flocking fifteen hundred
all my soldiers and my hounds start counting potatoes
from the thought of big q all down ???
these demons done counted them out
and this motherf-cking game try to hit, fly out like a falcon

chorus x4

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