Everyday I'm hustlin', hustlin'. Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'. Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'. . Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'. Everyday I'm hustlin'. Everyday I'm hustlin'.
Ya See Sugar I Been Yernin To Hold You Now I'ma Be Strate Up And Down Witcha Cuz Dats The Only Way I Know How To Be Now Baby Ima Ask U One Thing Can I Hold Ya.
Oh, you know we had to do it. Oh, you know we had to do it. Ha-ha. Hey, yo', Mary. I don't think they ready for this one. . This is Phase 1. Love And Life.
And he think I don't know. He think I don't know. And he think I don't know. He think I don't know. . I don't know what gets me more. 'Bout your two hour trips to the store.
Yeah.... . Dre, he a Compton, Compton O.G.. Nas, he a QB, QB true G, do the history.. . Way before The Firm, like back in the day,. Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre,.
I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot. I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation. I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot.
Hip hop. Hip hop. Is dead. . Hip, hip hop. Hip hop. Is dead. . Hip, hip hop. Hip, hip hop. Is dead. . Hip, hip hop. Hip hop. Hip hop. . If hip hop should die before I wake.
So many niggas get fucked up in the game.. See thats where they get caught out there.. Cause its not no fuckin game.. . When you hear shells comin at cha..
(Freddie Foxxx). Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic. And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight. Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome.
Start a riot, slash ya wrists red. You want an answer?. Do you speak delinquently?. Oh yeah. Theres a message antagonist. You want an answer?. I bet you kill someone.
We came here to party, join together everybody. Let's celebrate. (It's a party goin' on). It's a holiday. (It's a party goin' on). . We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody.
Oh, oh hell yeah. (*police sirens, car screeches*). (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0. (Just, just) Say what? (go on home).
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah. . The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K. It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv. Aggressor, scale and measure.
(Havoc:) Yeah! Watup, son?. (Styles:) Havoc, watup nigga good lookin for the beat. I'ma talk shit over this one. (Havoc:) Told you I got you my nigga. But um, I want you to let these niggaz.
Weg da, mein Rap ist animalischer als Hanibal Lecter.. Ja, dir schmeckt er. Du säufst ihn wie 'ne Biene Nektar.. Armer Amateur, hör auf einen Profi.. Du bist doof, wie der Butler von Miss Sophie..
[female singer - repeat in background]. I'm just happy to be here!. . [E-40 over singer]. Hard times, the struggle. The ups and downs, the highs and the lows.
State Property Music. Uh, holla, uh, yeah. . When you hear the song. (Feel me). Will you cry?. (Uh, it's all real, baby). 'Cause you know you wrong. (You know you wrong).
How long will they mourn me. Yeah! This for my nigga Kato. It's still on nigga. Thug Life, Thugs for life. Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me. Yeah nigga.
[Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo]. . How do you want it? How does it feel?. Comin up as a nigga in the cash game. livin in the fast lane; I'm for real. How do you want it? How do you feel?.
Here we go, turn it up, let's start. From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks. And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe. We can have peace someday G.