Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustling All I Can Do, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 09.10.2000
Song language: English
Hustling All I Can Do |
| May life be a trip I never knew, things could ever get bad |
| As I got no love my 17 shot Glock, with extra clips |
| That’s it, I’m going all out and if I die then remember me |
| Cause in these last days, I’m feeling like I’ma hit the Penitentiary |
| For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle |
| You got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustle |
| I tussle, work my muscle and boss hog |
| Take what’s mine, and still screaming fuck y’all |
| If I can’t ball, they better lock me up |
| Shackled down hand cuffed, on sight I’ma bust |
| What’s up where your nuts, I get rushed to the head |
| Thug for life, motherfucker till I’m dead |
| Mr. 3−2, boss of all bosses |
| And I ain’t, tolerating no losses |
| And no excuses, cause this world is so shife |
| Street Game forever, and it’s like that for life nigga |
| Will I ever, see the stage again |
| Radio D.J.s, gon respect my rhythm |
| Feeling like I’m finna, hit the Penn again |
| What will I do, for food |
| Living in the ghetto, turning boys to men |
| Crooked cops and killers, interrupt my mission |
| Tell me will I ever, pimp my pen again |
| Hustling, is all I can do |
| I was born on a fucked up day, had to be holidays |
| With nothing but frowns on my face, the sadness brought madness |
| To a family that was built, unconsciencely I love em |
| But some consciencely, running these streets living constantly |
| It’s costing me, way too much |
| But the slums got me, jacking niggas work something |
| Seclude, before I hurt something |
| Inhale exhale, ok |
| I promise things gon get better, just give me one more day |
| So I can work my jelly spread, to love around |
| So I can tote my shit and hurt my belly, but trying to stay down |
| Stay focused on what I’m trying to accomplish, and not be accomplice |
| Stay real stay true pay dues, and don’t become a victim of some mob shit |
| I never let this misery, push me to do something that I regret |
| But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger |
| And if I ever feel like I’m danger, I’ma empty the chamber oooh |
| These motherfuckers want me dead, at least that’s how it seems to be |
| An army of motherfuckers, against me Dean and E |
| Who you gone call, when my commratery come down like rain |
| Nothing but revenge to keep me sane, it ain’t nothing like pain |
| Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed |
| Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed |
| Enemies fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends |
| Unless I’m in the Penn, I’ve got nobody to call my kin |
| Cause all the real niggas, are dead or in jail |
| But I’ve been left to struggle for success, trying to get a check from |
| Southwest Wholesale |
| Look at all the 16's that I’ve wrecked, and I’m practically poor |
| On top of that I’m homeless, my niggas don’t want me no more |
| Fuck pretending get in, these motherfuckers act like they don’t know my face |
| Better remember I’m quick to click and hit, don’t act like you don’t know my |
| pace |
| Well fuck rapping, I need some right now money it’s getting crucial |
| If I pimp my pen, I gotta wait 3 months for trading scraps for lunch money |
| Monday night, the sirens seemed so loud |
| I hope, that I can lose this crowd |
| Lately, it go down that way |
| That’s why a nigga, quick to get the K and spray |
| We could of been, so throwed together |
| But because I was short, it’s on my cheddar |
| I haaaad to get up and bleed the block, and it don’t stop |