Had To Be A Hustler

[Verse 1]

Growing up in my hood

it was really on like that

I had to put it down to had to do me a jab

to give me a sack

so I can come up

on the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up

I was, really puttin' it down like that

and dressed in all black straight down for the jab

I was a youngster, packing a 4-5

better known they looney ass eastside (right)

I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta

never ever coulda be a pranksta

pushing niggas in their face

puttin' punk bitches in their place

now feel the base

give you a taste of this gangsta shit

I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit

and like some weed it will brush ya

cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler

[Chorus x2]

You had to be a hustler

cause if you was a buster

you know we wouldn't trust ya

you had to be a hustler

cause if you was a buster

you know we wouldn't trust ya

[Verse 2]

now the year is 1989

I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine

I got ritches, I got bitches

I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches

on some triple gold was

every single day straight swerving

zippin' on a cold one

on my way to the weedspot

I got my glock in the stashpot

cause the cops are kinda hot

and now I got me a sack

and now I'm heading back to the street

where the fucking money at

it's the block where I slang

and all the G niggas hang

and the young niggas bang

puttin' it down every single night

getting there drunk showin' off try to fight

one and other but we still had love

and rest in peace to my niggas up above

because uh

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]

it's a cold thang when you got no game

see every smoker on the block know my name

I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders

and still slanging cavi and ?muchoda?

and I got some niggas down with me

see every single day we sell a pound you see

or that bomb ass dote mack

so come to my block and get a fat sack

we got that shit that I fuck you up

so don't take it to the head or you might get stuck

so grap a partner and spot the bomb

cause it will have you like tweakie from dust to dawn

I tell the truth and I never lie

cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die

and a new face on the block

we couldn't trust ya

cause you might be a busta

[Chorus x4]