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Juice - "Sick Of Hustlin"
Lyrics to Sick Of Hustlin : (feat. Veit Marvos) Ohh, JU-ICE, got my nigga Heron in the house with me tonight. Conglom in this bitch, wattup Marvo Whole crew in this motherfucker, for real. Malik when is you gonna holla at yo boy man' I told you niggaz what the truth was [Juice] I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin A dozen cops while we on the blocks rock smugglin And these little gray stones is so addictive Niggaz even paid with they homes, is some sick shit But in the hood, you either known them or you bail them out of county Shit, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty Some even do both Or crook it up too, shit all three like Kukoc All this income, and still the block starvin No monopoly, its upscale gardens, not Marvin The hoods real loaded up, my clip slaughter jerks No boards to walk, you lucky if the water works As I move on, I start to see the law love it The hoods broken and Im partially the cause of it Very few get to start in this game Its like the trey payin for profit, its hard to explain [Chorus] I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town A nigga gotta clown. *Im sick of hustlin* I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of states I could die today. *Im sick of hustlin* I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a lotta chicks Viewed a lotta whips. *Im sick of hustlin* I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta fools I paid a lotta dues. *Im sick of hustlin* [Marvo] Im sick of hustlin, I had enough enough of this Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick And throw your face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick Before I go to jail, homie Ima up the fifth Its so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this Just know theres other people like me and they stuck in this State of mind, the blind meetin the blind Everybody get they information from the grapevine We could make it but niggaz just hate tryin I own the cops, Im bout to witness a hate crime They make time, according to what the jakes find Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make wine Im tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break mine Im on the block, cops come, its hit the gate time Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate flyin I try to stop but the hustler in me aint dyin [Chorus] [Juice] And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to tour on But Ma$e aint even go, thats a oxy moron Bullets penetrate the chest of the innocent Half the brock runners, only strip they ever get is in My nigga Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq He get right back and have to fight blacks So you could go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there So we slang caine, gangbang, remain sane If its even possible, a nigga gotta maintain We put little bags of rocks in the hands of children And conceal them while theyre standing by abandon buildings The richer we get, the broker the hood Tyson is broke but Oprah is good Touching the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight I dont wanna have to hustle no more, right [Chorus] [ Sick Of Hustlin Lyrics ]
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