the hussle way

look

do i love it do i lust it

struggle of a hustla

life of a banger

and death is no stranger

i know em like it's ken to me took a few friends from me

it all make since one day eventually

i guess so

granny said it happen and it's ment to be

just let go

but i can't this shit keep itchin me like

them niggas outta line how they came through

shot em in his face point blank left his brains blue

now who gone go for em

probly be the same crew

wen bangin is yo religion it's like it's sayin not to

a lot niggas ain't cut from that same cloth

they might give em space

gotta play it safe

cause hard niggas turn holy wen they catch a case

i still bark real talk i'll never fake

on hide park late night still chop a 8th and grind with the homies

serve dime with the homies

from dope spots peekin out blinds with the homies still lookin for a better way

the smokers keep comin droppin work in they bucket another day another dollar to make

and i be on the block

all night grindin

i don't take no breaks

i be on the block

all day grindin

i don't take no breaks

i be on the block

all night grindin

i don't take no breaks

hey

cause i do it the hustle way

i'm in a 85 regal no tent you see clear through

young nigga

lookin life in the rear view burner on my lap

kush in my ash tray

and that's how i'm a play it till my last day

i''m used to gettin money in the fast lane

and i only fuck with bitches that be nasty

leather and wood

my money is good

and i'm like a young celebrity in every hood

gold ropes for the crew chrome spokes on my coupe two seater

then i take off the roof like katrina

and slide like a vise up slauson in a beamer

call me wut you want just don't call me a dreamer

cause mines is reality

grind no salary

i came along way from sellin grams off gramercy

bolders off brindhurst

and sevens off slauson

now i got options

now i got it poppin

look

take away my granny blessins i be history

them bullets cause shot through my lac wouldn't have missed me

come to my hood say my name i ain't no mystery i'm probly in the spot fillin hustas energy

in the kitchen countin cash watchin cocain chemistry

cookin into crack i wus look into rap hard to focus on my dreams wen i'm lookin at the facts

shootin down the street now i'm lookin at my mack

and you can tell just lookin at the facts it's a coffin or a cell if you young and you black

with ya name on it

still every car pass bang on it

if you gone do it

do it right and put that thang on you

you to deep in it to quit i know the pain of it

you love the game but knowin that the game doesnt

love you back love the fact this the same struggle

city to city we products of the same hustle