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[Intro] |
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Brother remember, remember what momma used to say |
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We'll get over it, we won't stay under it |
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[Hook] |
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Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) |
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I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) |
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Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) |
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I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) |
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Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) |
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I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) |
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Momma wasn't rich (unh uh) my dady was poor (uh huh) |
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I couldn't take no more (I had to get my hustle on) |
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[Verse 1] |
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Growin' up I ain't never had nothin' |
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Had to get out in the streets and get myself somethin', feel me |
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Chillin' wit the Legion of Doom at an early age |
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Watchin' all the older niggas in the hood get paid |
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Yo I knew I could get it if I wanted to |
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Cause I lived on the corner where all the base heads came through |
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So it was only write that I get me just do B |
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Shit, I ain't choose hustlin', hustlin' chose me |
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This my block, I live here I sell drugs here |
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Let a nigga come through and slit my throat |
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I dare I swear, I got the tre eight in the tree |
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And the guage is right over there! Where? |
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In the bushes for you douches with one eye out |
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A nigga keep lookin' |
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For the police and them base heads juxin' |
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Shit, I looked for a job, but that ain't last long |
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I couldn't take it any more |
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I had to get my hustle on |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Now I'm addicted to Carlton Ave servin' the hood |
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My basketball coach told my moms and that ain't good |
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I'd hide when she slide through every chance I could |
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She said "Boy I see you tryin' to get back over in them woods |
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Wher u get the new sneakers from I know I ain bought 'em" |
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I told her "Freeport mall, my uncle Tejuan bought 'em" |
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I grew up around hustlers, she knew I'd try it |
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She asked me was I doin' it you know I denied it |
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But I was tired |
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I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it |
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**** the consequeces I knew just how get |
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Cop that, cook that, chop that, pitch that |
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Save that, get stacks, fresh kicks, new hat |
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Carhartt, new boots, more smoke, more loot |
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Have crack, get dough, just like rap |
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Baseheads came back for the hit |
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My neighbors lookin' cause of the traffic |
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Man, but **** that shit |
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[Hook] repeated to the end |
