C-murder - I'm Gonna Hustle lyrics

C-Murder: n***a even though I'm on top of the world right now I'm shining, getting my shine on, check this out I'm gonna hustle till I'm dead and gone n***a Don't never let up, don't never let up, you heard me? Chorus: (x2) I'm hustle till I'm dead and gone I got my mind on my money and my hand on my 9 n***a C-Murder: I went from selling coke to selling tapes in stores I'm stealing Monte Carlos, driving out show room floors Now uh, I've been a thug since I was born I used to hide on the step when my pops cut up heron A lower cla** motherf**er never had nothing I watched my brother k** a man and never say nothing I walk with eyes on the back of my head Cause in the projects a lot of young n***as wind up dead I only roll with TRU n***as and G's Like Big Ed and Snoop, I want to k** all my enemies Now why the Fed's an*lyzing my words Since my last court release I ain't never touch another bird I tell a judge, f** a violation I ain't got ten years, n***a I'm trying to rock a whole world I want to be like P and Bone n***a Cause I'm gonna hustle until I'm dead and gone n***a Chorus x2 Big Ed: The early 90's standing on the block slangin' them rocks A little bad a** n***a running from the cops We used to drive our Z's to the jungle, fun as ever My neighborhood trained me to be a k**er Big n***a, maintained in the dope game Slangin bundles of weed, heron, and c**aine The game is in my vain, you can't stop me n***a Over time I got hypnotized by pulling triggers Dying to be the big wheeler, cat peeler, big rap star They had the finest hoes, clothes, and fastest cars Me, Silkk, P, and C been hustling for years Binded by blood and tattoo tears Rap game gon' never change, my hustle ready to tussle You talk too much sh**, we slapping n***as with mussels Tank use it's muscle, so can't stop the tidal wave Hit the Billboard, y'all can sweat, rain Chorus x2 Full Blooded: My n***as trying to maintain in the streets My bloodline hounding on all four, trying to get up on the seat f** a police sweating a n***a trying to shut down a call But it's my hounds turn to ball We hit the streets with them choppers and the fash Hound out a finch, took them knees with a pocket full of cash Got the do's in the dash ??? f** it, get a new one, live for cash Better yet, let em die whole blooded He that cat that the third block flocking fifteen hundred All my soldiers and my hounds start counting potatoes From the thought of big Q all down ??? These demons done counted them out And this motherf**ing game try to hit, fly out like a falcon Chorus x4