've been to my daddy's house It was full of dudes Clap your hands nigger You know what we do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
been to my daddy's house It was full of dudes Clap your hands nigger You know what we do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
ve been to my daddy's house It was full of dudes Clap your hands nigger You know what we do Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
matter who you trust,you simply cannot win It's always fun in the beginning But it's pain in the end Pain [x4] Gold rope wearer,neighborhood terror Can't
Nigga Gon' Cry When He Hit The More Pain The More Blood Drain, He Ain't Survivin Shit And Your Niggaz Ain't Gon' Ride For Shit, They Know If They Came
s health The sweat of hustlers greed is not reserved for men It's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
up All my G's rep... [Pain interrupts chorus] [Bridge one: Pain & Cee] [Pain:] Carolyn! [Cee:] Yeah what? [Pain:] Uhm ... Los said he didn't want a
lesson from your weight I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle How can y'all understand the struggle? It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Hard Times Struggling And Hustling I'm Always On The Grind is like Why Can't I Get Away Somebody Take Me Away (To A Better Place) where Everything gunna Be Ok Why Can't
t ride with me I'm gonna show you some shit I'ma show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix I'ma show you where the pain and the poetry is Ghetto young
lesson from your weight I'm wishin' arthritis on all writers who, knock my hustle How can y'all understand the struggle? It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Every Nigga Gon' Cry When He Hit The More Pain The More Blood Drain, He Ain't Survivin Shit And Your Niggaz Ain't Gon' Ride For Shit, They Know If They
surrounding every cloudy day Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break Pain mixed
don't ride with me I'm gonna show you some shit Ima show you where my niggaz stay sure on the mix Ima show you where the pain and the poetry is Ghetto
