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hustlin' all i can do - z-ro 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-ck 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-cker 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-gga

[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!llers, 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-cked 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-ggas 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-t 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-t
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-ckers want me dead, at least that’s how it seems to be
an army of motherf-ckers, 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-ck all my foes, f-ck all my friends
unless i’m in the penn, i’ve got n0body to call my kin
cause all the real n-ggas, 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-ggas don’t want me no more
f-ck pretending get in, these motherf-ckers act like they don’t know my face
better remember i’m quick to cl!ck and hit, don’t act like you don’t know my pace
well f-ck rapping, i need some right now money it’s getting crucial
if i pimp my pen, i gotta wait 3 months for trading scr-ps 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-gga, 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]

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