Z ro - Hustling all i can do Lyrics

feat. Mr. 3 2

[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**k 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**ker 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, nigga

Chorus
Will I ever see the stage again
Radio D.J.s gone respect my rhythm
Feeling like I m fin to hit the pen again
What will I do for food
Living in the ghetto turning boys to men
Crooked cops and killers interrupt my mission
Tell me will I ever pimp my penn again
Hustling is all I can do

[Verse 2]
I was born on a f**ked 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 niggas work something, exclude before I hurt something
Inhale, exhale, ok, I promise things
Gone get better, just give me one more day
So I can work my jealous friends to have around
So I can tote my shit and hurt my belly for 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 shit
I never let this misery, push me to do something 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,
oh oh

Chorus

[Z Ro]
These motherf**kers want me dead, at least that s how it seems
to be
An army of motherf**kers against me Dean and E
Who you gone call, when my commratery come down 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**k all my foes, f**k all my friends
Unless I m in the penn, I ve got nobody to call my kin
Cause all the real niggas are dead or in jail, but I ve been
Left in 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 niggas don t want me no more
F**k being ten to get in, these motherf**kers 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**k rapping, I need some right now money, it s getting
crucial
If I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch
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 nigga 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

Chorus

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