Lyric Hustlin
[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
Tell yo family find where they can bury ya
My dawgs carry ah AK s & ski masks
If you got ki s then yo niggas better hind yo ass
We blast like dope fiends roamin the block
No matter how many niggas get popped drugs ll never stop believe dat
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
(check this out playa)
Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin hard
I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft
Cause mentally I m capable of over comin the worst
I m havin flashes picture me in ashes & dirt
On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past
I lost my brother to a muthafuckin gun blast
I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes
Cause you can never tell
Predicted dead or in jail nigga
Now tell me what you see
Cause life s so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig
Cause I m gonna hustle til I m gone
Hit the highway & play again it s on in the ghetto
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah
On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot
Whatshappn own records representin the millenium (yaheard)
For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what s up Ke noe nigga
what s up to all my niggas out there (huh brah)
The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn Magic,
Peaches whatshappn what s up Krazy nigga
Suge what s up chillin keep it real nigga
""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
Tell yo family find where they can bury ya
My dawgs carry ah AK s & ski masks
If you got ki s then yo niggas better hind yo ass
We blast like dope fiends roamin the block
No matter how many niggas get popped drugs ll never stop believe dat
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
(check this out playa)
Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin hard
I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft
Cause mentally I m capable of over comin the worst
I m havin flashes picture me in ashes & dirt
On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past
I lost my brother to a muthafuckin gun blast
I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes
Cause you can never tell
Predicted dead or in jail nigga
Now tell me what you see
Cause life s so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig
Cause I m gonna hustle til I m gone
Hit the highway & play again it s on in the ghetto
Chorus (2X)
[C-Murder]
TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah
On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot
Whatshappn own records representin the millenium (yaheard)
For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what s up Ke noe nigga
what s up to all my niggas out there (huh brah)
The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn Magic,
Peaches whatshappn what s up Krazy nigga
Suge what s up chillin keep it real nigga
