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This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas This is for the hustlas, hustlas Chorus: 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 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 Letras de cancionesA 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 thugging 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 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 So now I'm cuffed up on the bus And ridin' down 71, ain't no fun Chorus 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 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 with you 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're leavin Chorus From Letras Mania