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 How ya gonna die?
 When ya die, nigga
 I'mma die a hustla
 I'mma die makin money
 (repeat)
 I'mma die a hustla
 I'm smokin weed and shit
 My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this shit
 She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty
 I'm like "Whatever"
 As I'm sippin on the forty
 Uhh, Yeah
 I got my mind on the come up
 Cause I'm a G
 36 ounces to a key
 I need to be,
 On the road with my niggaz from the hood
 Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good"
 I often wonder should I stay in the game
 Cause I got too many enemies takin aim
 I learned that niggaz that beef
 Be tryin to kill niggaz
 So if you see me hangin
 I'm hangin with real niggaz
 And I'll be bustin at bitches and shit
 Tryin to get the ? out
 Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out
 Damn
 I can't complain cause that's the life I chose
 Nigga I'ma be a hustler til my casket close
 And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast"
 The street life don't last
 Look at your homie's that past
 And even though deep inside
 I know they talkin true shit
 I still wanna do shit
 Nigga I'mma die a hustla
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 Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes
 They gotta wait
 Cause a nigga gotta get his money straight
 Cause niggaz be actin shady
 When it come to green
 Don't be fuckin with my money
 If you come then come clean
 You fools better wise up
 I'm like ?
 Cause I'ma  to the nigga
 Ask questions later
 If I'ma die nigga
 I'm not dyin alone
 I'll be until my bullets gone
 And only real niggaz, can feel my pain
 I once thought I was crazy
 But now I know I'm insane
 Smokin out
 I'm the king of the base point
 Me and my niggaz rollin up a fat laced joint
 Tryin to survive
 I need paper to fold
 Every other day I'm violatin parole
 Am I going back to jail?
 I'll be damned if I will
 I ain't shootin to stop a nigga
 I'm shootin to kill
 I lived my whole entire life in the fast lane
 That's why I'm burned out
 Never thought the streets would have a niggaz soul turned out
 I'ma get me, no matter how I get it
 And tell the police that Blac Haze did it
 I'mma die a hustla
 (For real, yeah)
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 Could it be the street life?
 Or am I really losin my mind?
 I get the trippin nigga with my nine
 When I low my shit you better stand clear
 And call the coroner cause there's a dead man here
 See, I be watchin the niggaz who wanna be large
 Or maybe bigger
 I catch a hot one and get to pullin on the trigger
 That's why I'm packin five
 When I'm packin key's
 So many homies, that turned into my enemies
 So don't be fakin this shit
 Like if you gonna blast
 Cause when I turn out the lights
 You all outta gas
 They got me caught up in the drama of the inner city
 Who can a nigga trust?
 Everybody's actin shitty
 I don't know where to turn
 So I'ma chill back
 And I'ma tighten my grip when I feel slacked
 I don't want no small change
 I want a big caper
 I'm runnin with the big boys
 Makin big papers
 Cause when I roll I'll be rollin with a dirty clip
 Dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick
 And we be layin playa haters down
 Like the law
 You said you want it
 We serve it raw
 Nigga I'mma die a hustla
 (for real, yeah)
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 Oooooo tell me do you know, do you know, do you know