That's the way that we hustle cause we struggle everyday, everyday (Pain) so much pain/ That's the way that we hustle cause we struggle everyday, everyday (Pain) so much pain/ That's the way that we hustle cause we struggle everyday, everyday (Pain) so much pain/ That's the way that we hustle cause we struggle everyday, everyday (Pain) so much pain (We do it for the hustlas, hustlas)
-Krayzie Bone-
Come follow me now/ Back in the day we still was thuggin
Nothin changed/
Always into somethin/
Whatever you name/ A young thug with my niggas it's one love/ Little bad ass niggas sneaky/
A calm collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene/
But you could believe I was in the picture/
In the mixture selling llello/
Scrapping, car jackin, gun packin/
I'm lacking everything you can't imagine so I'm praying/
Rapping can get me up out this jam/
Damn, just gimme a chance/
I'll keep 'em dancin, dancin, all night, all night/
But times got harder and harder/
My dreams got further and further away/
And nigga I chased them but couldn't catch them to save my life/
So now I'm thuggin on this corner/
I gotta increase my financial status/
I chance it fucking with these rollers when they roll up/
Yeah don't wanna be locked in no cell/
But I also can't take strippin's and be broke with no mail/
Ohh yes, it's hell/
And they say that gets easier/
But to me it only got deeper and deeper
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Just turned eighteen and caught my first case/
Incarcerated, caught with a twelve guage/
Trying to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/
Could have been my niggas fate/
Fucking with shotguns/
We out to rob some niggas I'm drunk, I'm pumped/
I made a mistake and popped him, now he bleeding/
I see blood, damn, get to the doctor, nigga don't rest in peace/
Doctor's took him to emergency/
Copper's came and arrested me/
Not knowing if my nigga had made it alive and was well/
I tossed and turned in my cell knowing he's sweatin like hell/
Praise to the Lord and I hope you hear me/
And I hope you feel me/
I ain't mean to, really, really, I ain't mean it/
I know you seen it/
I finally spoke to my nigga/
He lifted up and recovered/
And pressed no charges/
Wait the state done picked it up and I gotta trial in a month, fuck!/
And the judge ain't trying to give me no love/
Cause it was my first offence/
But he just thinkin he lockin up a thug (Up a thug)/
So now I'm cuffed up on the bus/
And ridin' down 71, ain't no fun
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
Now I'm locked inside this prison system/
Biddin and count days left before my sentence/
Now I can say that I've been here/
But I sure ain't gonna come back here, Uh-uh!/
The day they release me I'm going home/
I can cope but I can't adjust/
These fucking steel doors drivin me nuts/
My last month and I'm ready to move out/
I'm sure, stay on the low/
I listen to thug stories/
And be trippin on niggas love stories/
I'm finna get out of this motherfucker/
Heard them call out my name/
Two fifty two two fifty eight, pack up your shit it's your day/
Jumped out my bunk, gave all my shit to my niggas/
In fact I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/
I'm on the streets now/
Scene unchanged/
Niggas still the same/
I ain't fuckin wit chu bustas cause I'm tryin to make a change/
I got with the real dogs and we was schemin on the mill' ya'll/
So we had to chill on ya'll/
Get out of Cleveland if we plan to achieve it/
So we plannin it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we leavin
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug Mentality 1999