Yeah, Poetic Hustla'z (Hustla, Hustla)

Thought we was gon' fall?

Right back at ya

Yeah, yeah (Hustla, Hustla...)

Aw, shit

It's over now



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I'm just a Hustla from C-Town

And my life's been turned around

'Cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin

We're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'



[Boogy Nikke]

Niggas gettin' recruited

Holdin' guns, 'cause they comin' for me

Drinkin' my love, because the trust is muthafucka

(Would ya die for me?)

FBI: Fuckin' Bitches In need

Try not see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas

It's time to breathe, Mo Thug to the top

We be the best, muthafucka

Giddyup 'fore I touch ya

Never trust y'all for nothin'

The Lord done blessed me, muthafucka

Got the tear to show it, busta

Cleveland rock, muthafucka

Hall of Fame to the top, non-stop

What the fuck you wanna do, bitch?

Lovin' my people, I'd die for my people

I pray for my people

Bitch, what?

And don't test the muthafuckin' Boogy tight as shit

Muthafuckas better pray

Bitch, y'all dyin' and shit

A muthafucka out there

Did slit my nigga T-Rock (we are Mo Thug)

And rest in peace, and when I find 'em

I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it

Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama

His dada, I'm paranoid, now



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[Tony Tone]

Sometimes I sit and I wonder

Is my life really movin' too fast?

'Cause I'm feelin' all the jealous

Bitch-made suckas that didn't think we would last

Nineteen-ninety four, we was on the go

And that's for sure

I know you hope and prayin'

That this Mo Thug click don't grow more

But, bitch, we too strong

We hold on, connected by our bones

And let them niggas burn in Hell

That killed my nigga, Tombstone

Your name will live on, and everyday I must say

I do pray, but I wonder why it has to be this way

Trials and tribulations everyday

'Cause Lord, You done bless me with my kids

Don't punish them for the shit that I did

I'm thuggin', that's the way it is

It's crazy livin' life in the streets

That's showbiz, separatin' your friends from foes

And ends and hoes, but those don't know

Don't fuck with pros

These Cleveland bros is ready to roll

Everyday strugglin' to make a winnin' where we fit in

No matter what the situation may be

We still on top

Goin' down in history, Mo Thuggin'



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[Mo! Hart]

Rememberin' the days when times were hard

Hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn

My family was right there, right there by my side

No second thoughts ever on our muthafuckin' minds

Doin' what's necessary to keep our fuckin' pockets fat

Our own personal security to watch our backs

Representin' to the fullest

Got my right fist high in the sky

Yeah, you know what it is - Mo Thug 'til I die

Just a Hustla from C-Town, straight doin' my thang

I'm one of the last original thugs

So these nuts must hang

We don't take no shit

Never hestitate to split a nigga's wig

Or for that matter, fuck his bitch

I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters

Them was days, and you know that

They will always be with us

Gettin' brewed to keep it all together

Dueces on a square, playa

(Dueces, dueces. I'm next, playa I'm next. I'm next, playa)



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