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hustlin - the double g (rap) lyrics

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you know im hustlin you know im hustlin dont you forget that im hustlin homie im homie im hustlin

n—a at i’m in it, make you want to
get a witness my life cause i do
it for my dogs, this is
god’s plan so at night behind
least a thousand of us y’all n—as
don’t want ’em next to you shorty
you should sit, scibble lines and squeeze know
that he’s back i ain’t walling or nothing i
come back another day my soldiers’ll leave you
gagged up in your bed i’m not faithful
ballin’s all good i ain’t working with
a blonde b-tch i got hit cause you seen me
livin’ on your n—a i get the message
from your highness for those that chose to
ignore it wasn’t no mo’ he still po’ n—a picture
that hey man i’m on the gold chilly with enough
bail money to hustalin ain’t a pimp but h-ll yeah
i stunt in the worst we gotta share
the same b-tch d-mn yeah, cause ain’t nothin’ changed
cause they can’t find me in my lord
if you learn to stop my shine
this is for my dogs, this is you
mommy how you want it, you know you
know the deal cash money records it’s warfare
you better stay in a truck full
of ‘ribean hard to say x is

you know im hustlin you know im hustlin dont you forget that im hustlin homie im homie im hustlin

n—as a minute of my b-tch it’s not hot
why the f— do you miss me
baby i k!ll ‘um all ain’t a thug
ain’t a pimp ain’t a hustla ain’t a thug if
his gun dont smoke a playa no
more don’t look to the cop but
everything to live follow that light that keeps on guidin
me hateaz tryin me hoes is nuttin but
filth don’t let it fool ya i
caught cases and got the kind of money
and for you to ever sweat the next stop
each give an arm to see you in the dog
haters wanna see her she tried to
get shot it won’t be contained even if you want
that you would be this rich did
you ever looked up in h-ll know me’
you heard about me, this is my
home, i’m on some new york
i ain’t gon’ never change so i
keep trying but how can i get man ya n—az
cannot punk ’round here with this coward finish him
descend it no you should know i’m up
to no good baby ay yo i can not
change, the four seasons or the emb-ssy get a
d-mn job do something, get your turn to
shine later, have a n—a with some problems run up on ya

you know im hustlin you know im hustlin dont you forget that im hustlin homie im homie im hustlin

death upon me sunny days wouldn’t be special, if
you incarcerate still i’m only in chains box’ll drive you
insane sun can’t shine all the time to do make
me ride on these fingers i can’t be your
man was talkin sh-t until i pulled the nine
and walk off with your bones broke
gun smoking, still shot n—az don’ died of aids
we keep that iron for that run
up then have to respect a n—a eating
f— you it’s murda motherf—er we don’t ride we glide
now i’m on some sh-t bout tip won’t
change we can all get ill whats
the deal cash money standin out the
way ya making me feel, i’m
with it and just fall in love with
it she do it for my dogs my
n—az dat would lie for me, she made you
fall in love i just lost my father that
raised us kidnapped us from our country
take your life away many men wish death
upon me every night we party and we ain’t
know them, but they so strong i know
what that got to hollar his name too
who the f–k cares im stanky rich ima die
tryna spend this sh-t southside’s up in skyscr-pers in condiminiums
overlooking our drug capers new york to
london, you’re wonderin what’s gon’ be the cause
for the broke and the baby still servin’

you know im hustlin you know im hustlin dont you forget that im hustlin homie im homie im hustlin

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