Master P - Hustlin' (2000) lyrics

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Master P - Hustlin' (2000) lyrics

[Master 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)" [Hook: 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 n***a went from weed to guns My cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds Now with the money comes b**hes & with the feds comes snitches I'm just a lil' n***a tryin' to go from rags to riches Cause in the ghetto n***as like to flip fo' & a half The projects is home but the ghetto's my lab n***as scream third ward n***a we ready to ride n***as say f** No Limit then we ready to die n***a fo' fives & nines we hold them high Lil' n***as 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 n***a you'll end up in the pen [Chorus (2X)] [Krazy] What if these mothaf**in' project bricks could talk Would they tell what goes on n***a after dark Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted Sixteen in a muthaf**in' casket the games drastic Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high Mixin' Hennessy & weed b**h 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 n***as better hind yo a** We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block No matter how many n***as get popped d**'ll never stop believe dat [Chorus (2X)] [C-Murder] (check this out playa) Now picture me a TRU n***a thugged out hustlin' hard I hope you n***as 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 muthaf**in' gun blast I an*lyze every n***a watch his moves look in his eyes Cause you can never tell Predicted dead or in jail n***a Now tell me what you see Cause life's so hard for a Callio n***a 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)] [Outro: 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 n***a What's up to all my n***as out there (huh brah) The Young Guns, CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy n***a Suge what's up chillin' keep it real n***a