[Z-Ro]Time and time again, I try to cope with being poorBut I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your doorMy daughter needs pampers and milk And my mind is confused on how we gone surviveSo when you me strapped it looking with a bad oneYou looking at the face of a desperate man I'm bringing the pain out with 45But then I, fuck around and slip on my ski mask, ready to blastThen I come through the door with a motherfucking 4-4I want the Rolex watches and cash, and you can call the lawsI got another clip in my drawers, there'll be screaming and officers downBecause it's all about the money ain't a damn thing funnyWhat you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground(Chorus - 2x)Gotta get my pimp on, pimp onWhen a nigga be hustling on them cornersGotta get my pimp on, pimp onWhen a nigga be moving marijuanaGotta get my pimp on, pimp onBetter watch your back when it get madGotta get my pimp on, pimp onEverything in front of me's up for grabs[Z-Ro]Hell of a hustler, got to work my musclegot to be wondering around, in the streetsGot to feet my feet, when I steel sweetson a solo creep, nothing but a thugShould of drove to them hoes, never wanted hoesGot to keep my mind on my money, cause I got a dreamWhile pulling up on the scene, jumping out of paper landTell me if Hilfiger chose those jeansGot a crease, and it never ceased to amaze meBy the individual hustle, that'd pay meWhen I got to provide for my baby, and maybeI be creaming the fucking, music and deep got to hit the weekGot to get a fat pocket, on a get it out freeNot the H.P.D., even though Ft. Baylow can't stop itGot to be true to the game, never new to the gameA nigga did two and a half of the game, and I show no shameCreeping your hustle, really means mess with the way that you make your changeGot a set of pumps and a nigga fool come through, and hit from the backWere you thinking you a g, when you fucking that hoe But I'm laving your frame and for chest, matter of fact I'mReady for the money like a bombs, so I said it be running out that chromeNiggas be coming to the serve when I slamBut they better be ready, to find them another way homeWhen it should of got dark, for the moneyGot to take a nigga life in the hustleWondering brah, I don't want to make no god damn headlinesI don't want to do, no god damn fed times(Chorus - 2x)[Z-Ro]Could it be the worst nightmare, hoping to God A motherfucker where a nigga don't fight fareSticking and moving and bobbing and weavingI'm lowered to a gauge, hold it right thereSelling my drugs and my gorilla thugs, man it don't stop till a nigga get paidAll in my homes what I'm about, trying to move an album funky like DreBut I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone billAnd my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peelEvery other motherfucking day it's a sequel heal, but I keep on climbingI gotta get the diamonds in the grill, and the creasesAnd the clothes but the yellow bone hoes, keep popping me and ain't stopping meAnd everyday cause a nigga be knocking me, but I'ma plant this on a niggaEven nigga want to try me, fuck around and need me here I beNigga where's your Ridgemont i.d., have a motherfucker hollering out why meAnd it's plain to see me losing the game, my life endLike a nigga been dying faster, feeling the painI'm a pistol packing ChristianLiving the life of a hustler really don't give a...(Chorus - 2x)
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