Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Had To Be A Hustler, artist - Lil' 1/2 Dead. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Had To Be A Hustler |
| Growing up in my hood it was really on like that |
| I had to put it down to had to do me a jab |
| To give me a sack, so I can come up |
| On the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up |
| I was, really puttin' it down like that |
| And dressed in all black straight down for the jack |
| I was a youngster, packing a 4−5 |
| Bailing on the looney ass eastside (right) |
| I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta |
| Never ever coulda be a pranksta |
| Pushing niggas in their face, puttin' punk bitches in their place |
| Now feel the bass |
| Give you a taste of this gangsta shit |
| I got the cavvy tracks and my rhyms are on hit |
| And like some weed it will rush ya |
| Cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| Now the year is 1989 |
| I’m on the cavvy spot and I’m doing fine |
| I got riches, I got bitches |
| I got a candy green 4 with 16 switches |
| On some triple gold was |
| Every single day straight swerving, sippin' on a cold one |
| On my way to the weedspot |
| I got my Glock in the stashpot cause the cops are kinda hot |
| And now I gots me a sack |
| And now I’m heading back to the street where the fucking money at |
| It’s the block where I slang |
| And all the G niggas hang and the young niggas bang |
| Puttin' it down every single night |
| Getting there drunk, showin' off, tryin' to fight |
| One another but we still had love |
| And rest in peace to my niggas up above |
| Because uh |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| It’s a cold thing when you got no game |
| See every smoker on the block know my name |
| I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders |
| And still slanging cavvy down my shoulder |
| And I got some niggas down with me |
| See every single day we sell a pound you see |
| Or that bomb ass doja mack |
| So come on my block and get a fat sack |
| We got the shit that’ll fuck you up |
| So don’t take it to the head or you might get stung |
| So grab a partner and spark the bomb |
| Cause it’ll have you like tweaking from dusk to dawn |
| I tell the truth and I never lie |
| Cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die |
| And a new face on the block, we couldn’t trust ya |
| Cause you might be a busta |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |
| You had to be a hustler |
| Cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn’t trust ya |