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(feat. Layzie Bone) |
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[Chorus: Dominique] |
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You got me hustlin' day and night, oh baby |
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[Boogy Nikke] |
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You got me hustlin' day and night for your attention |
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Can you feel it, baby? |
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Reefer got me goin' in a zone |
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I need this shit like a clock need hands |
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Don't understand how the potency can have control of me |
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I gotta let loose soon, or I'm doomed because the hood is so good |
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When it come to a hustlin' a nigga stay on touch with this |
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I'm stalkin' while I'm walkin' countin' loot from the blazin' |
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'Cause there's plenty hit me up on my hitter |
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Because there's plenty baby (plenty baby) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Tony Tone] |
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The way the system's set up you got to have your game tight |
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And that's the reason why a nigga like me stay on the low every night |
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'Cause everyday I gotta make my pay and every way to survive |
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I gotta stay high to keep my mind clear |
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From all this madness in this world, see this sadness |
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These Cleveland streets ain't nothin' nice |
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You gotta watch your back for niggas, bitches, po-po |
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And fights, but that's the life that I chose, and that's the way roll |
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I'm incognito, flippin' ends for Mo Mo, and that's day and night |
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[Chorus] |
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[Layzie] |
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It's all about the hustle from your birth |
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Gotta put in your work as you run this earth |
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Put your head to the sky even though it hurts |
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Whatever it's worth, gotta do your dirt then some (Mo, Mo, Mo) |
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And I run with dummy, man |
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With a ounce of rocks in my hand |
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I am what I am with a masterplan |
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'Til I got knocked on the block, pop pop to the Glock |
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While they had me on lock, had me schemin' of a plot |
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And I know they watchin' me, tryin' to get what I got |
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And I ain't got shit, but I went from movin' that yey to these tapes |
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And I'm gon' hustle and never break, #1 in this race, first place |
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[Chorus] |
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[Mo! Hart] |
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I gotsta keep the food on my plate and clothes on my back |
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I ain't got nobody for the things that I lack |
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It's a sucka born in this world every minute |
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As long as they let me, I'm damn sure runnin' up in 'em |
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They work hard all day, and I'm up all night |
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My bills is half-way paid, and my ? needs to be tight |
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Never have to worry about where to lay my head from all them hoes |
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Ghetto love show big playas, always make sure my ride was legitmate |
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Never do I worry about my pockets being unfit |
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'Cause when I'm doin' my thangs, nigga, I'm lookin' swell |
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Just hope tomorrow, I don't end up in jail |
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You got me... |
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[Chorus] |
