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Lyrics
1ST VERSE:
im on da block im servin with feens with da green
i got drama on da side he got da rock for da feens
n holla at my boy bolo..he got dat thizzle ecstasy
leave yah bitches dead in da streets, stayin strapped like seats,
we got this game lock down..yo game stops now,
wen da heat goes pow, bodies hit da ground....imma rydah..
n da ice on my chain its just an appetizer
im out to get mines holla at my folks..
we got wutever u need from bud, x, or dope
even a bitta crystal to drive u wild...just give me yo price tag n ill sell u a pound..
imma hustla baby imma hustla
i gotta hustle lady imma hustla
but dont be a foool u know i stays on key
im from pomona city homie in da town of Gz
i aint scared to pull guns..
markin yah red like a bull run
a price on yah head by tomorrow ull be done..
bitches played out like scary movie rerun..
dey call me ruthless ak da paper boy
il deliver to yo house do drops with my hot boys
this game is never gonna stop..
imma hustle til i muthafuckin drop...
CHORUS:
immma hustla see da ice from my chain..
imma hustla so dese hatahz gone hate..
imma hustla i cant change my change ways
imma hustla i gotta do da damn thang
immma hustla see da ice from my chain..
imma hustla dey wanna piece of my cake...
imma hustla im puttin bullets in da back of yah brain
I GOTTA GO N GET MINES GO N GET MINES GO N GETS MINES X3
2ND VERSE:
ive been hustlin since my preteen years of 13
started off wtih a nickle sack a bag full of dreams
burner aim for da top im never gonna change
cant knock my hustle my down imma gangstah mang
im pushin weight heavy like a sumo wrestlla
you cowards gonna fail if u sure test us...
im from da south g breath n eat da south...
just pass me da pound il be sure to push it out
3RD VERSE:
da choppers above me im in pursuit
da bitchees dey love me i thought u new
we grindin 24 hours n 7 days in a week
i put my blood sweat n tears for da hustle da streets
now fake homies come around cuz i made a little dough
reminsice wen i was flat broke dey came dey went dey go
no one see da struggles im livin everyday like my last
wont get caught by da feds like i did in my past..
a lesson learn now im stronger then dat
aint tryna rize for da fortune n fame im tryna get by im tryna get by n takeover da muthafuckin GAME...