Juice - Sick of Hustlin lyrics

Ohh, JU-ICE, got my n***a Heron in the house with me tonight. Conglom in this b**h, wattup Marvo Whole crew in this motherf**ker, for real. Malik when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you n***az what the truth was (Juice) I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin A dozen cops while we on the blocks rock smugglin And these little gray stones is so addictive n***az even paid with they homes, is some sick sh** But in the hood, you either known them or you bail them out of county sh**, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty Some even do both Or crook it up too, sh** all three like Kukoc All this income, and still the block starvin No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not Marvin The hood's real loaded up, my clip slaughter jerks No boards to walk, you lucky if the water works As I move on, I start to see the law love it The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it Very few get to start in this game It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain (Chorus) I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town A n***a gotta clown. *I'm sick of hustlin* I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of states I could die today. *I'm sick of hustlin* I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a lotta chicks Viewed a lotta whips. *I'm sick of hustlin* I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta fools I paid a lotta dues. *I'm sick of hustlin* (Marvo) I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough enough of this Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick And throw your face in the mud, why is you f**kers sick Before I go to jail, homie I'ma up the fifth It's so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this Just know there's other people like me and they stuck in this State of mind, the blind meetin the blind Everybody get they information from the grapevine We could make it but n***az just hate tryin I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a hate crime They make time, according to what the jakes find Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make wine I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break mine I'm on the block, cops come, it's hit the gate time Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate flyin I try to stop but the hustler in me ain't dyin (Chorus) (Juice) And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to tour on But Ma$e ain't even go, that's a oxy moron Bullets penetrate the chest of the innocent Half the brock runners, only strip they ever get is in My n***a Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq He get right back and have to fight blacks So you could go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there So we slang 'caine, g**n, remain sane If it's even possible, a n***a gotta maintain We put little bags of rocks in the hands of children And conceal them while they're standing by abandon buildings The richer we get, the broker the hood Tyson is broke but Oprah is good Touching the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight I don't wanna have to hustle no more, right (Chorus)