*featuring Master P
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[Master P]
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Picture this, any man that hustle because like to is a fool.
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Any man that hustle because he got to feed his family....
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that's a real man.nYou see I hustle because I got feed me family
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I got families to feed, I got feed my mama,
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I got to feed big mama, I got to feed my cousin,
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I got to feed my lil' brother, I got to feed my sister,
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I got to feed my kids, I got to feed my people.
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[Chorus]
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The ghetto's got me hustlin' tryin' to survive
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the ghetts got me hustlin' tryin' to stay alive.
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The ghetto get me hustlin' tryin' to survive,
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and I know I'm goin' to hustle until the day I die.
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[Master P]
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UUGGHH!!!
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It's da black rain to da moon and tears that cause lies
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see that's the way I felt when my lil' brother died.
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And some fools say it ain't no justice
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and other niggaz say it ain't no peace
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that's why thugs help their on these projects and on these streets.
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See my daddy made me a dealer
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and my cousin made me killer.
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See that's why everything we do, they gonna respect us and feel us
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And I'm still tryin' to understand why big daddy was with da rest
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and my nephew on the last counter on da 14th down the car reck.
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It ain't muthafucker down on dope, on crack, or aids
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and I see so many ghetto people go to jail
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and live your life and die like slaves.
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I got a relative on apeel doin' 25 flat
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on murder or ride nigga fuck it Johnny Cochran can't fight that.
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And since I'm black and I'm rich
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they see to overlook It's me advise
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first class niggaz tryin' call da police tryin' to book us.
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Ain't that a bitch, I done made millions
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and still goin' through a thang
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That's niggaz ask me P why the fuck you never change.
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[Chorus]
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[Silkk The Shocker]
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It's like I'm rich and poor
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I open the world and slang dop
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it's the world changes knowand changes I thorp.
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I thank all my big brothers with out him I wouldn't made it through
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so with life on line put all up 4 him so I put that shit on TRU.
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The ghetto got me caught up, no broken dreams
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the ghettos trap, I see some on crack, and dope fiends.
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My hommie, Never did no crime but lien' up in the hearse
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thank god 4 all that I got from that times can be wrorst.
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Ever feel like u was swimming, and really was dronin'
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you ani't wanna smile but your tender smile always see me clownin'
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I trade my life to make the world better
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trade everything I got including life
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to bring back my brother Kevin.
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See I spit the realist shit
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tryin' make yo'll feel this shit.
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Yo'll tryin' put the finger on our side,
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livin' middle bricks livin' this shit.
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See I tell you everybody use to ride benzes
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but we had to ride buggies
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mom wanted better things for me
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but private school was way past our budget.
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So if I'm happy and I'm smilin' and I'm camouflage my problems
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the only way I can really solve them
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if I really grab and revolve them.
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So I grab it and I cocked it
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I was going to pop it.
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But I stop, forgot I was rich.
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what everybody not rich.
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Every month so close to gettin' no profits
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my only hustle, I told them to stop it,
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but can't really knock it.
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Everybody died up in game
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everybody tryin' to maintain
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wall from out da ghetto,
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close my eyes and still see the pain.
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Sometimes I just get fed up.
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To all my souljas worldwide
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I know its hard to stride.
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Keep your head up!
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[Chorus x2]
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Ghetto Rain
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Silkk The Shocker |