We hustlin' crazy... We hustlin' crazy... We hustlin' crazy... We hustlin' crazy... (Gangsta's and thugsta's and playa's) We hustlin' crazy... Y'all dyin' early
Ganxsta Ridd
I'm from that city that breathed-ed, live playa/ Paper out there for everybody/ Trail them, creepin', make that paper stack/ Ya'll know we got them ballers and playas, playa-bosses, gangsta-haters callin' shots, U-haulers, all caught up in that pen, parnter/ Collectin' my dough from do' slammin' them Lincoln doors, expensive clothes and ho's be hollerin'/ Tinted windows, bouncin'/ S-A-M-O-A-N that mafia soldier rollin' to the top, no we never gon' stop where we goin', showin' all them...
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(It's that mafia lyfestyle...) Gangsta's and thugsta's and playa's we hustlin' crazy/ Perpetrators and snitches and haters, y'all dyin' early
Layzie
Dedicated to the niggas all across the globe, gettin' down for the grind, tryin' to make a lil' dough/ Real thugs hit 'em up/ Just to let a nigga know, Mo! Thug, nigga what? Get the scrilla fa sho'/ Ballin' outta control, hit the yellow brick road, nigga, anything goes and we gotta survive 24-7, 365 and I be ready to ride/ Either thug or you die/ Give me a hug and don't cry cause I'm a get mine, take this game on a whole 'nother level/ Can you feel the pain? Sometimes it be stressin' me, man, but the lesson you brang, you well worth it/ Ain't nobody perfect, but a nigga pile it/ Ain't nobody stop this Mo! Thug madness/ Any nigga try then the shit is done tragic, real drastic, big clips on the automatics
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Godfather
Momma, don't cry for me/ My gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets
Ganxsta Ridd
I'm all about my scrill-o illiminates that middle, that money green, no dream/ Triple beam turn them human beings to fiends/ Socialize with no Feds, never will, never did/ Now who did? Playa like that don't wanna live, hater like that don't wanna give/ Paper out there for everybody, don't let that paper pay, pass you by so thin, then you die, don't lay/ I don't lie/ In the V-I-P we gamble cheese/ Toast to that winnin' team, table full of that Hennessy, enemies' eyes is on me
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Godfather
Momma, don't cry for me/ My gangsta pain is from these ghetto streets/ Don't cry for me/ Don't cry for me
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