Hustlin' (Screwed)

Dope Fiend Lewis told me somethin', Double O
(What that nigga told you?)
The worst thing he ever did
Was smoke a rock
You don't wanna fuck with that shit, man
'Cause I be higher than the couch to life, nigga
It's all good, baby

Life ain't nothin' but a game, so far I been a ghetto prisoner

Pimp, playa, and a hustler, trust no buster
Straggly struggler, drug smuggler, keep this shit up on the DL
'Cause all a nigga wanna do is stack some mail
Hit a lick and bail, if I slip I fail
I stay mad at the world, bitch, can't you tell?
Mean muggin', really don't wanna be thuggin'
This world ain't got no love and I ain't got none either
Misdemeanor crime, niggas be doin' time
In the county, got my face posted for the bounty

For the world that's tryna kill me dead, I ain't scared
But when them motherfuckers catch me I be rollin' bad
My eyes are bloodshot red, I smoke weed
Yes indeed, it keeps me goin', a hood is what I show 'em
They label me a thug and every day I show no love up in this game
I stands by myself, fuck the fame, nigga

Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin'

I'm stackin' mail like the mailman
Can't you see me rollin' in my dropper
At the record shop, I fucked the crook
And copped a Double O-motherfuckin'-7
The Loud Street dweller, the Loud Street killer
Never drinkin' Miller, Wiser make me wiser when you try to approach
Smokin' hella weed, guaranteed to make you choke
Down with Reddog, drivin' hogs, bitch, I thought you knew about that
My crew be hella fat, fuckin' with them indo sacks, nigga

Super smoke dot, super loc dot
Creepin' through your neighborhood, nigga
On my rock 'cause the flavor's good
Loud Street, fool, don't forget it
'Cause niggas in my hood makin' that grip
We gots to straight 'em up, get with it

It ain't no room for no punks, so get your ass on
I thought you knew up in my hood we gets that blast on
It ain't no slippin' when you trippin' and smokin' up on that dip
And when you movin' slow them niggas fin' up they money clip
Up on your ass 'cause it seems that you a fiend
But in my hood we duck them laws and
Make that money and keep our hands clean
I got a warrant but they can't find me
Sweatin' like a motherfucker, blowin' on
The stick with the laws right behind me

Niggas can't catch the D-O-motherfuckin'-G
I'm 'bout to make it in this game, you see

Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin', nigga

Runnin' up out that dope house, blastin'
Them niggas was tryna kill me for them OZs I had 'em on acid
Fuck it, hit they cuts for some action
The gang showed me love and let me back in
Bought a Glock and set up shop and started to stack in

Behind the tree I kept a MAC-10
For the cock-suckin' laws when they came harassin'
Tryna keep a nigga down to his last end
All in for the scrilla makin', these so-called killers fakin'
Jacks get stretched out when I pull this fuckin' TEC out

Now back in my hood it ain't shit to come up
On a G right fast and put a foot in a nigga's ass
Spend every single dime on fifty-six grams
And watch the cookin' man pop up and flip her a gram, shit
And watch this two street hustler straight get his game on
To slang rocks and pack a Glock on another buster's block
Save your drama for your motherfuckin' mama
I'ma push weight from here to the Bahamas and live like a hustler

Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't gots no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin', every night I'm hustlin'
Dealin' to these cluckers, this world ain't gots no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me, either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world 'cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin', fool