E.S.G. - Dirty Hustle lyrics

[Hook] Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride This one for those that died, and survived thru the struggle It don't matter your damn color, whole world's a dirty hustle Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear aside Put one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to ride This one for those that died, and survived thru the struggle This for my sisters and brothers, this world a dirty hustle [E.S.G.] Now I don't care where you at, you find a Martin Luther King Just like every hood and ghetto, got a damn dope fiend Rich kids crack jokes, on those who reside in the projects But be in them same projects, tryin to buy some weed or some X But it ain't no disrespect, cause I just spit how I'm living Ask Andrea Yates, how can she drown five children If you feelin like I'm feeling, put ya hands in this direction Or black or hispanic, but they got the lethal injection Get caught up on the grind, sending a dime trying to shine Third crime get 99, child molester get less time Mr. President are you blind, you see what bill I was doing Oh I get it, y'all trying to see who Jesse Jackson screwing This one for my Aaliyah's, Notorious Bigs and the Marvin Gayes The 2Pac's and Bob Marley's, we lost along the way I pray for Cascious Clay, should I say Muhammad Ali They find a cure for his disease, as well as HIV you feel me [Hook] [E.S.G.] The reason I say the world a hustle, er'body tryin to get rich The radio and T.V., better believe it's politics Better get all you can get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park Mexican, Michael Jackson or R. Kelly Say Big Pun was too heavy, complications with his heart Feel sorry for his family, his career was at a start Same thang for Fat Pat, Big Steve and my partna Screw They say an overdose on coedine, but his family know the truth The weight of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a man Lil' Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a van Three years ago, I would of been in that same van This ain't no tales from the hood, they true stories man They send military men, to another land with a gun in his hand To fight on the front-line, in a war I don't understand man [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now police pull me over, found a glock and a extra clip Ask me who I rap with, do I know who shot Lil' Flip I'm like no dog, turn my head I'm a grown man Gotta watch my back from Arafat, and the jackas in my own land The other day, the Klu Klux Klan had a rally They gang is bigger than, the Crips and Bloods if ya ask me The whole world is a hustle, home of the brave and free With Penitentiary workers, modern day slavery What kind of choices they gave me, play ball or stay in school Convicted felons can't get jobs, who the hell made them rules What about Basketball Bobby, won't make it to the pros He averaged 24, but his SAT's were low Imagine hearing a gun blow, seeing blood all over the bead See Al had AIDS, so he shot himself in the head Know sometimes we get scared, looking ahead pa** the trouble The world a dirty hustle, Lord help us through the struggle [Hook] (*talking*) Ha mayn, Big Mello Man, all my fallen G's