Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Hustle, artist - E.S.G.. Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 pass the trouble |
| The world a dirty hustle, Lord help us through the struggle |
| (*talking*) |
| Ha mayn, Big Mello |
| Man, all my fallen G’s |