Black Menace, Threat - Hustlin' 4 Nothin' lyrics

Am I hustlin' for nothin'? And do you care?
Am I hustlin' for nothin'? And do you care?
Am I hustlin' for nothin'? And do you care?
Am I hustlin' for nothin'? And do you care?

Tryin' to figure out why this
Life is so fucked up
Questions, but not enough answers
Too many died
Nobody know why my grandfather
Died from cancer
Too much at one time for one man to take
Ain't no escape from fate
So nigga live your life
Slow it down little man
Lil' niggas that die young
They don't get no stripes
Better fix your sights on your young life
Cuz this here game ain't shit
The F-E-D's got it on freeze
The enemies sink your ship


Better bank your chips
This ain't no shit that
Just start happenin' loc
One time been gafflin' folk
And now them hoes is at my door
Had to hack my 'fro
Bounce up out the back door
And thank God I'm free
Me? This all I could be, J-D-A W-G
And it's troublin' me knowin'
That's the only way we can see some light
But the streets ain't right
And that's why it's hard for me
To go to sleep at night
Tryin' to keep things tight
Dogg the game of life is trife
You don't make new friends
So if you know a nigga bail to 'em
Don't sell to 'em, cut away loose ends
Gotta break two ten's, then I'm broke again
So I'm stressed regardless
I was hustlin' for nothin'
Cuz a nigga back where the fuck I started

Now I been down for too long
So believe I know what it's
Like when we struggle nigga, life's a puzzle
Watch the man that's dealin' your
Hand when he shuffle
The game done turned sour
The more power, the more enemies surface
Tell me what's my purpose?
Bein' placed on this Earth and
Is it worth it? Had a job and worked it
Tryin' to make ends meet but
It never did touch
Everybody can't be Michael Jordan and Shaq
That's why these ghetto kids stuck
Hit the block with a full cup
Of poison, drinkin' it, drownin' my pain
Even though I'm older, the blood of a soldier
Can still be found in my veins
Gotta do what I know how
And grind to get mine, hustle to live
Niggas got jobs to pay bills and
Can't do fuck for they kids
Why life gotta be hard? From school yards
To the yards of Angola
I done trapped the same coasts
Them forces, for all of my dogs to slang cola
Even though I'm older, a lil' wiser
Still can't advise 'em to quit
They got this white girl
Called powder and we all got
Eyes for this bitch
Niggas die for this shit
Knee deep in the game on the block
For all my soldiers strugglin' and strivin'
Tryin' to maintain what they got
And the question is

Tell me God do you care? About
The ones in the ghetto?
It's like we're your forgotten people
Only way we can come up is if we sit down
Plan, and make plots thats evil
So I pray to the God from the steeple
Hopin' somehow you can change this madness
And make it a thing of the past
I'm livin' proof that the game don't last
Shit change too fast
Niggas that you used to trust
Wanna fall with the cops
See a box of the birds
And tried to rely on the herb
And then home got hot
Then it was on my block, put it on Glock
Got it locked inside
For this thing called life
While the rest of the World sit
Around and they watch us die
Quick shot to the sky for the fallen hustlers
Niggas that do they time
And don't use they dime
Therefore they don't lose they shine
And if you stay blind, nigga doomed
Always assume that somebody's watchin'
I know what it's like to wake up
Christmas day to an empty stocking
Gotta keep things poppin', hustle
So the past don't repeat it'self
A survivor that's gotta provide until
My seed can feed it'self
But we all need help God
It's a shame but I've become a desperate man
Strugglin', hustlin' for nothin'
Out'chea doin' the best I can damn