Yeah, Poetic Hustla'z (Hustla, Hustla)
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Thought we was gon' fall?
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Right back at ya
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Yeah, yeah (Hustla, Hustla...)
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Aw, shit
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It's over now
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(Chorus)
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I'm just a Hustla from C-Town
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And my life's been turned around
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'Cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin
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We're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'
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[Boogy Nikke]
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Niggas gettin' recruited
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Holdin' guns, 'cause they comin' for me
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Drinkin' my love, because the trust is muthafucka
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(Would ya die for me?)
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FBI: Fuckin' Bitches In need
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Try not see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas
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It's time to breathe, Mo Thug to the top
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We be the best, muthafucka
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Giddyup 'fore I touch ya
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Never trust y'all for nothin'
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The Lord done blessed me, muthafucka
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Got the tear to show it, busta
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Cleveland rock, muthafucka
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Hall of Fame to the top, non-stop
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What the fuck you wanna do, bitch?
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Lovin' my people, I'd die for my people
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I pray for my people
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Bitch, what?
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And don't test the muthafuckin' Boogy tight as shit
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Muthafuckas better pray
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Bitch, y'all dyin' and shit
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A muthafucka out there
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Did slit my nigga T-Rock (we are Mo Thug)
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And rest in peace, and when I find 'em
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I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it
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Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama
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His dada, I'm paranoid, now
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(Chorus)
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[Tony Tone]
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Sometimes I sit and I wonder
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Is my life really movin' too fast?
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'Cause I'm feelin' all the jealous
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Bitch-made suckas that didn't think we would last
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Nineteen-ninety four, we was on the go
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And that's for sure
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I know you hope and prayin'
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That this Mo Thug click don't grow more
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But, bitch, we too strong
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We hold on, connected by our bones
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And let them niggas burn in Hell
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That killed my nigga, Tombstone
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Your name will live on, and everyday I must say
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I do pray, but I wonder why it has to be this way
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Trials and tribulations everyday
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'Cause Lord, You done bless me with my kids
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Don't punish them for the shit that I did
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I'm thuggin', that's the way it is
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It's crazy livin' life in the streets
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That's showbiz, separatin' your friends from foes
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And ends and hoes, but those don't know
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Don't fuck with pros
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These Cleveland bros is ready to roll
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Everyday strugglin' to make a winnin' where we fit in
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No matter what the situation may be
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We still on top
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Goin' down in history, Mo Thuggin'
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(Chorus)
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[Mo! Hart]
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Rememberin' the days when times were hard
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Hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn
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My family was right there, right there by my side
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No second thoughts ever on our muthafuckin' minds
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Doin' what's necessary to keep our fuckin' pockets fat
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Our own personal security to watch our backs
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Representin' to the fullest
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Got my right fist high in the sky
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Yeah, you know what it is - Mo Thug 'til I die
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Just a Hustla from C-Town, straight doin' my thang
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I'm one of the last original thugs
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So these nuts must hang
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We don't take no shit
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Never hestitate to split a nigga's wig
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Or for that matter, fuck his bitch
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I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters
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Them was days, and you know that
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They will always be with us
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Gettin' brewed to keep it all together
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Dueces on a square, playa
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(Dueces, dueces. I'm next, playa I'm next. I'm next, playa)
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(Chorus)
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Mo' Thuggin'
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Mo' Thugs |