Still Hustlin Lyrics

Still Hustlin lyrics

feat. The Commisiona, Shawny Moe
Yeah uhh (yea yea)
Lemme speak on it, like this

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Livin my life on the streets nigga, completely on a hustle mission
It's do or die no doubt, we tryna get it nigga
Read about the slick Tha Gambinos
Keepin it locked: both sides of the globe - sunshine or snow
It's kinda crazy in these streets, where killas grab the heat
Nigga listen to sh*t that I speak, y'all know the outcome
From Fillmore to (?) it's crucial on every turf
The ride the skirt off until the next day
They plot to let the gats burst off - I seen it with my own eyes
A witness to the sick life where niggaz'll kill to flip some ice
On four or five more or less, to floss around the west
Shit I'm nothin nice, all in these streets, so keep a vest

[Shawny Moe]
I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin for mine
It's dirty out here, so I'm only trustin the nine
And I'm knowin it's funny, ain't worth my freedom
My homie caught a case back in '88 and ever since I ain't seen him
I live a life of crime, affiliated in these dangerous times
Where you either bangin rhymes or slangin dimes
And jailtime ain't nothin new for thugs, movin drugs
Takin it one time and duckin slugs
f**k the love cuz it ain't none, and never will be
You shake my hand, call yaself my man, but pro'ly wanna kill me
I still be one of the realest to spit it
And that sh*t that you talkin bout doin, I been did it

[Hook: Shawny Moe] - 2X
Niggaz is playin hard, ivolved in the streets
Bellin from barred streets, stars playin for keeps
Buckles and pants saggin, straps under the seats
Hustlin instead gettin caught all in the beef
 

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I stay tucked on my way to the block, the gunshots
keep the turf on lock, crack rocks, and fed knots
Saw the homies in the trenches tryna get it
Rather keep yo' cabbage man them niggaz be tryna split it
Dirty ones, thirty guns, and ten niggaz
Head fulla drama and everybody want vengeance
Smokin on blunts and conversatin over E's (whassup my nigga)
Sippin on Screamin Cousin and plottin on some G's
Rules get made, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left
And every f**kin move you make you gotta watch yo' step
In the streets it's like a time bomb, know the facts
Never speak business, about murders or pullin jacks
With a shake of the dice, you ballin or either broke
If you stay in the drama; might live or get smoked
Cuz it's fifty/fifty - laugh now or cry later
And folkin is for keeps and they comin back with the sprayer

[The Commisiona]
The Get Low; we keep it locked till we sittin on top
But I'm the chief of the squad, callin shots, it's knots 90 fever
It's The Commisiona representin Tha Gamblaz
Man confidentally we goin platinum
We tellin the truth, and to the world listen up to hear the real
Cuz it's for certain, we keepin it locked and holdin it down
This definitely not a 'Get Rich Quick Scheme'
That's an official, it's our time to shine, we takin over
It's money to make, I'm playin by my own rules
Constantly I'm tryna stick and move (move)
Affordin the block, providin for the rest of the fam
And I'm a made man, that's tryna execute this major masterplan
We playin hard!

[Hook: Shawny Moe] - 4X