Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Hustling All I Can Do Lyrics

f/ 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 fuck 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, motherfucker 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 fucked 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 motherfuckers want me dead, at least that's how it seems to be

 An army of motherfuckers 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, fuck all my foes, fuck 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

 Fuck being ten to get in, these motherfuckers 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 fuck 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)