Charles Hamilton - Suicides lyrics

[Verse 1] Check it out I get my hustle up Not a little bu*tercup Fresh pair of jeans Blue vans and a bu*ton up Livin like a zipper Never get another buck Using luck as my lover i love her But i never touch her enough She said it doesnt fit So i must a quit I love to live But living doesnt love this So i just do what to adjust to What to do when Love N Luck want to f** you up What must a thug do Do i even thug Or does thug love approve of lust Im hood with my thinkin Five times five im good with the lincolns Town car as a gypsy cab Or i move around stars with a fifty in cash Still the Inner City Livin in Me I feel the Inner City so im really real Now forgive me a bit uh [Chorus] To the foul line to the key Come on a do a suicide with me n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle To the half court line To the next key Only the real ballers gonna get me n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle [Verse 2] Get my 1s n 2s up like a rookie DJ Lookin at me for the sake of pushin these great beats Hustle music while im flippin the bird Pick of the third is a better pick from the litter Than get the worse quick uh The word n***a came from a bird in the river NIGER This that egyptian fire Walk like a talk like a bengal bangle Mangle the main frame of braids getting tangled And gettin a few chips n listening to music And n***as who didn't listen to KRS n blueprint HMM does that make me stupid Or does that make the reason hate needs new music for me sh** is a scene Just let me call life a b**h now i can get in between So let me hit in n breeze Nirvana in the long run N no drama when this songs done [Chorus] To the foul line to the key Come on a do a suicide with me Work it out n***a hustle hustle Hustle hustle To the half court line To the next key Only the real ballers gonna get me n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle n***a hustle