Lyrics:
can't forget (as I grow)
I'ma definitely do my best to reach out (to the kids)
Homies on the block (citizens)
Hustlers on lock (what it is)
The music
can't forget (as I grow)
I'ma definitely do my best to reach out (to the kids)
Homies on the block (citizens)
Hustlers on lock (what it is)
The music
on
And tell 'em Snoop Dogg sent him to the block
Let it rock while it knock
Motherfucker, show you how to West Coast
Pop pop bang (Pop pop bang)
Do my diddy
my prayers
Like I knew he would
The devil is a lie
Yeah
That's understood
He don't really wanna see me
Make it out the hood
But by the grace of God
Boy
Look
Woke up this morning decided to hit the block still
Still seeing my people moving them rocks still
Still seeing my people dodging the cops still
'Cause people is talkin', the streets is watchin'
The D's is lurkin' stash the nine in the garbage
The life of a hustler, the life of a gambler
Dice
that I sold weed
Hooked on them pills for real
I couldn't feel I almost ode'd Brody up late selling Krillz
Started to hit shit big flips
She threw some
& all the ppl, taking pictures by cathedrals
Godly MC on the microphone yo we not equals
Defeat D'evils, that one day can Roc-A-Fella
On beats or just
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
Yea, hot nigga it's lava time (Heatin' up)
G.D.H, Ville Wave, bottom line (Ville)
When you come from poverty, you gotta grind (Gotta)
If you wondered
posted up on ya block
I'm on the hunt, Mission paper
I be up in Vegas makin' money
They Da-Dealin' me
Playas hatin' cause they girls is jockin'
love the green you’d swear I was Irish
I write my bars and sell them by the jars
(jars) the fiends here can’t get
Enough, like El DeBarge, know why?
'Cause people is talkin', the streets is watchin'
The D's is lurkin' stash the nine in the garbage
The life of a hustler, the life of a gambler
Dice
Block, 6-0 (uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and Whitewall was posted up by the store
Me and LA was drillin'
Moor Bfam
Keeping me confused by how you move
Idk if I'm your brother or your enemy
Shid
The world is yours
Gotta block out how people hate
Can't be
in college and still on the block with the hustlers
With Shaq no cap you ain't livin' like that
Bags under my seat
Rich nigga all I ever wanted to be
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He
last winter, By the time spring hit the D, I done got me some money
Went and got it all on my own, Couple niggas had an outlet and they ain't even wanna
Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends
By any means I gotta gets mine, don't fuck with me
I'm comin' from a land where niggas don't
just to see
These random n****s dig the dirt
We done been scared by the tragedies
We just tryna get reimbursed
Chorus:
My brothers (x5)
I love em (x5)
Next, next, next
Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
Three the hardest from Hollis
If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless,
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them things with
on this shit
('Cause this pain inside)
(It never seems to pass me) see I feel even more trapped
(I said it never seems to pass me by)
Yeah
Where'd we
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
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