Testo I'mma Die A Hustla

Testo I'mma Die A Hustla

For real, Yeah [Chorus] How ya gonna die? When ya die, nigga I'mma die a hustla I'mma die makin money (repeat) I'mma die a hustla I'm smokin weed and shit My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this shit She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty I'm like "Whatever" As I'm sippin on the forty Uhh, Yeah I got my mind on the come up Cause I'm a G 36 ounces to a key I need to be, On the road with my niggaz from the hood Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good" I often wonder should I stay in the game Cause I got too many enemies takin aim I learned that niggaz that beef Be tryin to kill niggaz So if you see me hangin I'm hangin with real niggaz And I'll be bustin at bitches and shit Tryin to get the ? out Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out Damn I can't complain cause that's the life I chose Nigga I'ma be a hustler til my casket close And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast" The street life don't last Look at your homie's that past And even though deep inside I know they talkin true shit I still wanna do shit Nigga I'mma die a hustla [Chorus] Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes They gotta wait Cause a nigga gotta get his money straight Cause niggaz be actin shady When it come to green Don't be fuckin with my money If you come then come clean You fools better wise up I'm like ? Cause I'ma <2 gunshots> to the nigga Ask questions later If I'ma die nigga I'm not dyin alone I'll be until my bullets gone And only real niggaz, can feel my pain I once thought I was crazy But now I know I'm insane Smokin out I'm the king of the base point Me and my niggaz rollin up a fat laced joint Tryin to survive I need paper to fold Every other day I'm violatin parole Am I going back to jail? I'll be damned if I will I ain't shootin to stop a nigga I'm shootin to kill I lived my whole entire life in the fast lane That's why I'm burned out Never thought the streets would have a niggaz soul turned out I'ma get me, no matter how I get it And tell the police that Blac Haze did it I'mma die a hustla (For real, yeah) [Chorus] Could it be the street life? Or am I really losin my mind? I get the trippin nigga with my nine When I low my shit you better stand clear And call the coroner cause there's a dead man here See, I be watchin the niggaz who wanna be large Or maybe bigger I catch a hot one and get to pullin on the trigger That's why I'm packin five When I'm packin key's So many homies, that turned into my enemies So don't be fakin this shit Like if you gonna blast Cause when I turn out the lights You all outta gas They got me caught up in the drama of the inner city Who can a nigga trust? Everybody's actin shitty I don't know where to turn So I'ma chill back And I'ma tighten my grip when I feel slacked I don't want no small change I want a big caper I'm runnin with the big boys Makin big papers Cause when I roll I'll be rollin with a dirty clip Dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick And we be layin playa haters down Like the law You said you want it We serve it raw Nigga I'mma die a hustla (for real, yeah) [Chorus] Oooooo tell me do you know, do you know, do you know

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