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Artillery - Husslers N Gangstaz lyrics
[Chorus: Artillery (Germ)]
 You don't wanna be no hussler, sometimes husslers starve
 Gettin' money, we pray that we don't touch you god
 (You don't wanna no gangsta, sometimes gangstas bleed)
 (And one day you face the day when you're forced to squeeze)
 See a nigga turn hussler, (then a hussler turn thug)
 A thug turn gangsta when he bust his first slug
 (When shit hit the fan) tell me who you gonna trust?
 (Just do what you gotta do) do what you must
 [Artillery]
 When you lust the color of green
 Schemes with the toast, keep presidental ( ? ) thugs on both knees
 Deep in the game and now you're lovin' the coke
 Cause it make you wanna stack a quater mill and be ghost
 Then get out the ghetto, get out the slums, get out the gutter
 Wake up the metal, break up dunns, break up the butter
 makin' 'em stutter, mask up, lookin' for green
 Would you call a ( ? ), reach for your dreams
 Life is losin', everything is never what it seems
 Searchin' for the fiends, it's like a maze to get you the green
 Send up the wheel like wild crews, spinnin' the wheel
 But lay low and spray high like a raw street deal
 Truth of the pen, half these cat ain't usin' thier brain
 Bustin for nothin', takin' this struggle and vain
 And thier's those who respect, and lovin' this game
 Play by code and honor when they dealin' with things
[Chorus]
 [Germ]
 My team is like the Armada comin' through, like a fleet of ships
 Guns with clips, it's a color-line between the bloods and crips
 Don't avoid the war-zone to save your Private Ryan
 Peep around the walls and your top get blown,
 right if you're afraid of dyin'
 Would you froze in a crusial monument
 When your peeps needed the ammo the gun down your opponentsArtillery - Husslers N Gangstaz - http://motolyrics.com/artillery/husslers-n-gangstaz-lyrics.html
 Son got slugs in his chest, while your sittin' on the stairs shedin' tears
 Actin' like you not knowin', the enemies passed you
 You woulden't bust you gun, standin' there lookin' shooked and stunned
 Now you're stressin'
 Knowin' that the shorty took your man the the essence
 When the shit'll bring you, you and the peeps start to restin'
 Understand, death will keep pressin'
 Can't be dealin' with these cats in the game, we'll floss
 Understandin' that thier hands don't be smellin' like yours
 Be the same ones, you have with you when you flossin' on tour
 Be the main ones, to send thier goons to kick in your door
 So you watch who you have with when you're in media circles
 Cause in the end, those the ones that gon' hurt you
 And the end, those the ones that gon' hurt you
[Chorus]
 [Artillery]
 If you got dreams to settle down with a brick
 Then you better got it on ( ? ) clips
 Get you a Tre-8 a three-pound and watch your chips
 Better then a dog and you ain't gotta feed 'em shit
 Don't trust no man, never gonna talk to no chick
 Same bitches set you up and now they shot in you whip
 Don't get 'em, all or nothin', you can't even be miss
 The streets ain't a play-ground, squeeze the fifth
 [Germ]
 I'm in cut like ?Porac-Side?, bubbelin'
 Godfellas comin' in, we troublin'
 You scarred to let us come out, knowin' we dumb out
 When we pull them guns out, you change your whole route
 Know what Germ be about, spittin' sixteens, spit the last fuckin' eight
 To set the record straight
 Controllin' my destiny, I'm kind of scarred to fade
 If you cross the wrong path, you get your face ate
[Chorus]








