Point Blank - Hustling All I Can Do lyrics

[Mr. 3-2] May life be a trip I never knew, things could ever get bad As I got no love my 17 shot Glock, with extra clips That's it, I'm going all out and if I die then remember me Cause in these last days, I'm feeling like I'ma hit the Penitentiary For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle You got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustle I tussle, work my muscle and boss hog Take what's mine, and still screaming f** y'all If I can't ball, they better lock me up Shackled down hand cuffed, on sight I'ma bust What's up where your nuts, I get rushed to the head Thug for life, motherf**er till I'm dead Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses And I ain't, tolerating no losses And no excuses, cause this world is so shife Street Game forever, and it's like that for life n***a [Hook] Will I ever, see the stage again Radio D.J.s, gon respect my rhythm Feeling like I'm finna, hit the Penn again What will I do, for food Living in the ghetto, turning boys to men Crooked cops and k**ers, interrupt my mission Tell me will I ever, pimp my pen again Hustling, is all I can do [Point Blank] I was born on a f**ed up day, had to be holidays With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em But some consciencely, running these streets living constantly It's costing me, way too much But the slums got me, jacking n***as work something Seclude, before I hurt something Inhale exhale, ok I promise things gon get better, just give me one more day So I can work my jelly spread, to love around So I can tote my sh** and hurt my belly, but trying to stay down Stay focused on what I'm trying to accomplish, and not be accomplice Stay real stay true pay dues, and don't become a victim of some mob sh** I never let this misery, push me to do something that I regret But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I'ma empty the chamber oooh [Hook] [Z-Ro] These motherf**ers want me dead, at least that's how it seems to be An army of motherf**ers, against me Dean and E Who you gone call, when my commratery come down like rain Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothing like pain Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed Enemies f** all my foes, f** all my friends Unless I'm in the Penn, I've got nobody to call my kin Cause all the real n***as, are dead or in jail But I've been left to struggle for success, trying to get a check from Southwest Wholesale Look at all the 16's that I've wrecked, and I'm practically poor On top of that I'm homeless, my n***as don't want me no more f** pretending get in, these motherf**ers act like they don't know my face Better remember I'm quick to click and hit, don't act like you don't know my pace Well f** rapping, I need some right now money it's getting crucial If I pimp my pen, I gotta wait 3 months for trading scraps for lunch money Monday night, the sirens seemed so loud I hope, that I can lose this crowd Lately, it go down that way That's why a n***a, quick to get the K and spray We could of been, so throwed together But because I was short, it's on my cheddar I haaaad to get up and bleed the block, and it don't stop [Hook]