Jasper Loco, Fiesty 2 Guns, Midget Loco, Chino Grande Tags - Hustler Music (East Side Classic) lyrics

See I Hustle pulls Some Muscle
On The Streets Of Los pCP Dipped In Frios
With My Homeboy Rascal (Whats Up Rascal)
Serving Juice On The Daily just To Get Me By
Till The Homie Got Busted
On A 3 Year Rock (Fuck That)
What's Good In The Hood
We Were Drunk As Fuck
Still Smoking Sherm Sticks
Zombied Out And Stuck
Spray Paying On The Walls
With The Big Ass Blocks
Base heads Giving Casco
Just To Smoke That Rock hustling
Doing Things That We Should Not Do
Midget Loco From The Varr
I'm A Got Damn Fool
Old School, Payed My Dues
But, I Kept It True first Flats Be My Varrio
Where You Feel One Them Blues
But We Slang And We Bang
With A Different Shirt same Pants, Bald Head
But We Putting In Work (Orraa)
The OGs In The Game Had To Hustle For Fame
But That's Life In The Heights
Homie I Ain't Playing

We Got That Hustler Music
All Them Hustlers Do it
To Patrolling Through The Varrio
Let's Chop And Screw It
It's An Everyday Thang just Me And My Boys
Cappin Toys, Makin Noise
Let'n Them Bullets Deploy
We Got That Hustler Music
All Them Hustlers Do it
Synchronize In These Streets
Anybody Can Ruin
That's The Life That We Live
Than We Hustle To Ball
Semi-Automatic Weapons
Leave Your Face On The Wall

Gee I was Broke with Them Roaches And Rats
Catch You Spittin Fiction
While I'm Spttin The Facts (Hell yeah)
Fools Be Slanging CDs
While I'm Slanging That Crack (Crack)
And They Say My Hood Drama
I'm Bringing it Best (Laughs)
I Got Some Shit On My Chest
That I Gotta Confess at 13 Years Old
Yes, My Life was A Mess at 13 Years Old
Caught The Zone Of The Stress
I Got The Funds
Got a Gun And Never Left It To Rest
Because I Come From the Bottom
But Climb The Top (Fuck The Top Homie)
Yeah I Made A Little Cash
But The Grind Never Stopped 36 Zips
Break Em Down To Nickles And Dimes
Numb From The Dope Fumes Burning My Eyes
It was The Struggle turn A Penny To Twenty
Twenty To Forty turn That Forty To Eighty
Bitches Are Crazy
Thinking That They Can Play Me (Fuck That)
Matter Fact Hoe I'll Let
You Swallow My Babies

I Started As A Struggler
I'm Coming From The Gutter Holmes
Grew in To A Hustla
Slanging Out My Mother's Home
I Served The Hopeless
My Lyrics Are Ferocious
They Showed Enough To Rose
While My Bullets Cause Commotion
Smoke Out In The Back
With The Killas And Soldiers
While My Sister is In The kitchen
Mixing In The Baking Soda
Paranoid From the Voices
That Ain't Even There
I'm Shooting At The Shadows
Hear The Rings In My Ears
Disappearing in The Night
With My Eyes Open Wide
I Put Protection From A Weapon
Stronger Clached To my Side
With The Strength in My Army
You Got Me Swarming These Streets
There Ain't No Warning For my Enemies
I'm Holding The Heat
As I'm Trippen On The Wickedness
I'm Slipping In The Darkness
Emitted By The Harness
Still Aiming For My Targets
I Started As A Child
Than I Blossomed To A Killa
Had My Hood Sowed Up
The Reamer Street Drug Dealer