Keith Murray - Hustle On lyrics

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Keith Murray - Hustle On lyrics

[Intro] Brother remember, remember what momma used to say We'll get over it, we won't stay under it [Hook] Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) [Verse 1] Growin' up I ain't never had nothin' Had to get out in the streets and get myself somethin', feel me Chillin' wit the Legion of Doom at an early age Watchin' all the older n***as in the hood get paid Yo I knew I could get it if I wanted to Cause I lived on the corner where all the base heads came through So it was only write that I get me just do B sh**, I ain't choose hustlin', hustlin' chose me This my block, I live here I sell d** here Let a n***a come through and slit my throat I dare I swear, I got the tre eight in the tree And the guage is right over there! Where? In the bushes for you douches with one eye out A n***a keep lookin' For the police and them base heads juxin' sh**, I looked for a job, but that ain't last long I couldn't take it any more I had to get my hustle on [Hook] [Verse 2] Now I'm addicted to Carlton Ave servin' the hood My basketball coach told my moms and that ain't good I'd hide when she slide through every chance I could She said "Boy I see you tryin' to get back over in them woods Wher u get the new sneakers from I know I ain bought 'em" I told her "Freeport mall, my uncle Tejuan bought 'em" I grew up around hustlers, she knew I'd try it She asked me was I doin' it you know I denied it But I was tired I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it f** the consequeces I knew just how get Cop that, cook that, chop that, pitch that Save that, get stacks, fresh kicks, new hat Carhartt, new boots, more smoke, more loot Have crack, get dough, just like rap Baseheads came back for the hit My neighbors lookin' cause of the traffic Man, but f** that sh** [Hook] repeated to the end