C-murder - Of All Da Hustlers lyrics

[C-Murder talking] Yeah n***a C-Murder in this muthaf**a aka Bossalinie Representin' wit my muthaf**in' n***as Prime Suspects Glock, Uzi, New-9, huh, tellin' this muthaf**as about tha game How a n***a chose coke, got locked up, went to tha muthaf**in' pen Got out & balled n***a, straight muthaf**in' ball til we fall Ya heard me, n***a peep game ya heard me, representin' [Chorus: New-9 & C-Murder] Outta all tha hustles in tha world, I chose coke Caught a joce, locked up an I'm missin' my folks Free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep I'mma ball if I can touch them streets [Repeat] [C-Murder] When I touch tha streets n***a, I'mma act a fool I'm known for totin' semi automatic tools I smoke joes on tha porch wit them O-G's They taught me how to turn coke to mo' cheese An when a n***a locked up, he keep his mouth shut Cause a snitch get his muthaf**in' box cut An that's tha code of tha street life I tell a wanna be n***as get they muthaf**in' mind right Cause all tha ballers & shot callers is targets They runnin' from jackers, & crooked cops, & other drug lords An I ain't dyin' on tha street like a dog I get 'em fo' he get me, I ain't runnin', I'm k**in' all of yall Cause TRU muthaf**in' G's gonna rise I label him a b**h n***a, by tha fake look in his eyes How many thugs wanna ride wit me Cause I'mma ball til' I muthaf**in' fall when I touch tha street Chorus:(2X) [New-9] f**ed up, caught a case gotta learn about life Cause tha judge heart hurtin', daughter smokin' tha pipe Life in human hands, prosecutor paintin' an ugly picture Off tha top Prime Suspects guilty til proven innocent State appointed lawyer in my ear talkin' ten Take it now or your headed for plenty time my friend 15 to 30 if ya take it to trail An tha D-A ain't lost in that section in a while A rock in a hard place, smack dead in my face On tha other side of tha game, were them people ain't playin' It's rough f**in' round wit these man made laws But tha junkie boys had me makin' plenty paper Now I'm sick wit a jones for that rotten a** world Touch down today or tommorrow, find me slangin' that girl But I'm sick like a vick chasin' after that high See the red in my eyes, I'm feelin' like I'mma die Chorus:(2X) [Uzi] Of all tha hustles in tha world I chose tha coke game Packin' gats & sellin' crack was an everday thang 2 & a quarter they turn to 4 & half an now I sang slabs Perhaps I can grab what I can grab & never dibble & dab Half steppin' wit some fake n***as that just wasn't in me Weed, coke, dope, & money, sh** I gotta have plenty Forgive me for my sins Lord, even though I know it's a shame But I'm caught up in these worly thangs An if you don't, then ya considered lame So I'm splittin' brains & caine, play it like nothin' I had to prove I choose to do it for profit, cause if I don't, then I lose Uzi & Glock livin' witness to tha sh** that Milli than did f** a job so I rob & if it come I caught a bid To many broad, H-O-D, hand on smoke, missin' my folks But I ain't trippin', back at home was a house full of coke Soon as my feet touch down I gotta get me some heat sh**, Lord knows this time I'mma ball when I hit tha streets Chorus:(3X)