This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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This is for the hustlas, hustlas
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That's the way that we hustle
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cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
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That's the way that we hustle
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cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
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That's the way that we hustle
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cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
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That's the way that we hustle
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cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
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Come follow me now
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Back in the day we still was thuggin
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Nothin changed
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Always into somethin
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Whatever you name
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A young thug with my niggas it's one love
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Little bad ass niggas sneaky
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A calm collected slickster
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I might not have been on the scene
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But you could believe I was in the picture
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In the mixture selling llello
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Scrapping, car jackin, gun packin
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I'm lacking everything you can't imagine so I'm praying
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Rapping can get me up out this jam
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Damn, just gimme a chance
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I'll keep 'em dancin, dancin, all night, all night
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But times got harder and harder
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My dreams got further and further away
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And nigga I chased them but couldn't catch them to save my life
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So now I'm thugging on this corner
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I gotta increase my financial status
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I chance it fucking with these rollers when they roll up
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Yeah don't wanna be locked in no cell
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But I also can't take strippin's and be broke with no mail
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Ohh yes, it's hell
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And they say that gets easier
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But to me it only got deeper and deeper
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[Chorus]
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Just turned eighteen and caught my first case
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Incarcerated, caught with a twelve guage
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Trying to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass mistake
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Could have been my niggas fate
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Fucking with shotguns
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We out to rob some niggas I'm drunk, I'm pumped
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I made a mistake and popped him, now he bleeding
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I see blood, damn, get to the doctor, Nigga don't rest in peace
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Doctor's took him to emergency
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Copper's came and arrested me
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Not knowing if my nigga had made it alive and was well
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I tossed and turned in my cell knowing he's sweatin like hell
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Praise to the Lord and I hope you hear me
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And I hope you feel me
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I ain't mean to, really, really, I ain't mean it
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I know you seen it
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I finally spoke to my nigga
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He lifted up and recovered
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And pressed no charges
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Wait the state done picked it up and I gotta trial in a month
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Fuck!
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And the judge ain't trying to give me no love
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Cause it was my first offence
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But he just thinkin he lockin up a thug
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So now I'm cuffed up on the bus
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And ridin' down 71, ain't no fun
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[Chorus]
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Now I'm locked inside this prison system
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Biddin and count days left before my sentence
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Now I can say that I've been here
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But I sure ain't gonna come back here
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Uh-uh!
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The day they release me I'm going home
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I can cope but I can't adjust
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These fucking steel doors drivin me nuts
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My last month and I'm ready to move out
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I'm sure, stay on the low
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I listen to thug stories
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And be trippin on niggas love stories
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I'm finna get out of this motherfucker
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Heard them call out my name
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Two fifty two two fifty
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Pack up your shit it's your day
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Jumped out my bunk, gave all my shit to my niggas
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In fact I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps
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I'm on the streets now
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Scene unchanged
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Niggas still the same
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I ain't fuckin with you bustas cause I'm tryin to make a change
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I got with the real dogs and we was schemin on the mill' ya'll
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So we had to chill on ya'll
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Get out of Cleveland if we plan to achieve it
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So we plannin it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we're leavin
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[Chorus]
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That's The Way
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Krayzie Bone |