I'm Gonna Hustle

C-Murder:

Nigga 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 nigga

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 nigga

C-Murder:

I went from selling coke 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 class motherfucker never had nothing

I watched my brother kill a man and never say nothing

I walk with eyes on the back of my head

Cause in the projects a lot of young niggas wind up dead

I only roll with TRU niggas and G's

Like Big Ed and Snoop, I want to kill all my enemies

Now why the Fed's analyzing my words

Since my last court release I ain't never touch another bird

I tell a judge, fuck a violation

I ain't got ten years, nigga I'm trying to rock a whole world

I want to be like P and Bone nigga

Cause I'm gonna hustle until I'm dead and gone nigga

Chorus x2

Big Ed:

The early 90's standing on the block slangin' them rocks

A little bad ass nigga running from the cops

We used to drive our Z's to the jungle, fun as ever

My neighborhood trained me to be a killer

Big nigga, maintained in the dope game

Slangin bundles of weed, heron, and cocaine

The game is in my vain, you can't stop me nigga

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 shit, we slapping niggas 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 niggas trying to maintain in the streets

My bloodline hounding on all four, trying to get up on the seat

Fuck a police sweating a nigga 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 ???

Fuck 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 motherfucking game try to hit, fly out like a falcon

Chorus x4