This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  This is for the hustlas, hustlas
  
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  That's the way that we hustle
  cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
  That's the way that we hustle
  cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
  That's the way that we hustle
  cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
  That's the way that we hustle
  cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain - So much pain
  
  Come follow me now
  Back in the day we still was thuggin
  Nothin changed
  Always into somethin
  Whatever you name
  A young thug with my niggas it's one love
  Little bad ass niggas sneaky
  A calm collected slickster
  I might not have been on the scene
  But you could believe I was in the picture
  In the mixture selling llello
  Scrapping, car jackin, gun packin
  I'm lacking everything you can't imagine so I'm praying
  Rapping can get me up out this jam
  Damn, just gimme a chance
  I'll keep 'em dancin, dancin, all night, all night
  But times got harder and harder
  My dreams got further and further away
  And nigga I chased them but couldn't catch them to save my life
  So now I'm thugging on this corner
  I gotta increase my financial status
  I chance it fucking with these rollers when they roll up
  Yeah don't wanna be locked in no cell
  But I also can't take strippin's and be broke with no mail
  Ohh yes, it's hell
  And they say that gets easier
  But to me it only got deeper and deeper
  
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  Just turned eighteen and caught my first case
  Incarcerated, caught with a twelve guage
  Trying to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass mistake
  Could have been my niggas fate
  Fucking with shotguns
  We out to rob some niggas I'm drunk, I'm pumped
  I made a mistake and popped him, now he bleeding
  I see blood, damn, get to the doctor, Nigga don't rest in peace
  Doctor's took him to emergency
  Copper's came and arrested me
  Not knowing if my nigga had made it alive and was well
  I tossed and turned in my cell knowing he's sweatin like hell
  Praise to the Lord and I hope you hear me
  And I hope you feel me
  I ain't mean to, really, really, I ain't mean it
  I know you seen it
  I finally spoke to my nigga
  He lifted up and recovered
  And pressed no charges
  Wait the state done picked it up and I gotta trial in a month
  Fuck!
  And the judge ain't trying to give me no love
  Cause it was my first offence
  But he just thinkin he lockin up a thug
  So now I'm cuffed up on the bus
  And ridin' down 71, ain't no fun
  
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  Now I'm locked inside this prison system
  Biddin and count days left before my sentence
  Now I can say that I've been here
  But I sure ain't gonna come back here
  Uh-uh!
  The day they release me I'm going home
  I can cope but I can't adjust
  These fucking steel doors drivin me nuts
  My last month and I'm ready to move out
  I'm sure, stay on the low
  I listen to thug stories
  And be trippin on niggas love stories
  I'm finna get out of this motherfucker
  Heard them call out my name
  Two fifty two two fifty
  Pack up your shit it's your day
  Jumped out my bunk, gave all my shit to my niggas
  In fact I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps
  I'm on the streets now
  Scene unchanged
  Niggas still the same
  I ain't fuckin with you bustas cause I'm tryin to make a change
  I got with the real dogs and we was schemin on the mill' ya'll
  So we had to chill on ya'll
  Get out of Cleveland if we plan to achieve it
  So we plannin it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we're leavin
  
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