Hustlin' Is All I Can Do Lyrics

[Mr. 3-2:]
May life be a trip? I never knew things could ever get bad
As I got no love my 17 shot glock with extra clips
That's it, I'm goin' all out & if I die then remember me
'Cause in these last days I'm feelin' like I'm a hit the penitentiary
For real, tryin' to deal with this every day struggle
You got to get up, up off your rump baby & hustle
I tussle, work my muscle & boss hog
Take what's mine & still screamin' "Fuck y'all!"
If I can't ball, they better lock me up
Shackled down, hand cuffed, on sight I'm a bust.
What's up? Where your nuts? I get rushed to the head
Thug for life, muthafucker 'til I'm dead
Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses
And I ain't toleratin' no losses
And no excuses 'cause this world is so shife
Street game forever & it's like that for life, nigga.

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio DJ's gon' respect my rhythm.
Feelin' like I'm finna hit the pen again.
What will I do for food?
Livin' in the ghetto turnin' boys to men
Crooked cops & killers interrupt my mission.
Tell me will I ever pimp my Penn again?
Hustlin' Is All I Can Do.

[Point Blank:]
I was born on a fucked up day, had to be holidays
With nothin' but frowns on my face
The sadness brought madness to a family that was built
Unconsciously I love 'em
But some consciencely, runnin' these streets, livin' constantly
It's costin' me, way too much, but the slums got me
Jackin' niggas work something, exclude before I hurt something
Inhale, exhale, okay, I promise things gon' get better, just give me one more day
So I can work my jealous friends to have around
So I can tote my shit & hurt my belly for tryin' to stay down
Stay focused on what I'm tryin' to accomplish & not be accomplice
Stay real, stay true, pay dues & don't become a victim of some mob shit
I never let this misery, push me to do something I regret
But just notice you in danger, I want you to feel my anger
And if I ever feel like I'm danger, I'm a empty the chamber, oh oh.

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Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio DJ's gon' respect my rhythm.
Feelin' like I'm finna hit the pen again.
What will I do for food?
Livin' in the ghetto turnin' boys to men
Crooked cops & killers interrupt my mission.
Tell me will I ever pimp my Penn again?
Hustlin' Is All I Can Do.

[Z-Ro:]
These muthafuckers want me dead, at least that's how it seems to be
An army of muthafuckers against me Dean & E.
Who you gon' call when my commrotury come down like rain?
Nothin' but revenge to keep me sane, it ain't nothin' like pain
'Cause when I squeeze it then you bleed, satisfaction is guaranteed
Black hearted ever since the first murder, off precious is my breed
Enemies, fuck all my foes, fuck all my friends
Unless I'm in the Penn, I've got nobody to call my kin
'Cause all the real niggas are dead or in jail
But I've been left in struggle for success tryin' to get a check from Southwest Wholesale
Look at all the 16's that I've wrecked & I'm practically poor
On top of that I'm homeless my niggas don't want me no more
Fuck bein' 10 to get in, these muthafuckers act like they don't know my face
Better remember I'm quick to click & hit don't act like you don't know my pace
Well fuck rappin' I need some right now money, it's gettin' crucial
If I pimp my pen, I got to wait 3 months for trade me scratch for lunch money.

[Z-Ro:]
Monday night the sirens seemed so loud
I hope that I can lose this crowd
Lately it go down that way
That's why a nigga quick to get the K & spray
We could've been so throwed together
But because I was short it's on my cheddar
I had to get up & bleed the block & it don't stop.

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Will I ever see the stage again?
Radio DJ's gon' respect my rhythm.
Feelin' like I'm finna hit the pen again.
What will I do for food?
Livin' in the ghetto turnin' boys to men
Crooked cops & killers interrupt my mission.
Tell me will I ever pimp my Penn again?
Hustlin' Is All I Can Do.