Hustlin by C-murder
[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
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