For real, Yeah 

 [bad word]  

How ya gonna die? 

When ya die, [bad word] 

I'mma die a hustla 

I'mma die makin money 

(repeat) 

I'mma die a hustla 

I'm smokin weed and [bad word] 

My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this [bad word] 

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 [bad word] up 

Cause I'm a 

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 [bad word] and [bad word] 

Tryin to get the ? out 

Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out 

 [bad word] 

I [bad word] cause that's the life I chose 

 [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] 

I still wanna do [bad word] 

 [bad word] I'mma die a hustla 

 [bad word]  

Ain't got no time for [bad word] with hoes 

They gotta wait 

Cause a [bad word] gotta get his money straight 

Cause niggaz be actin shady 

When [bad word] to green 

Don't be [bad word] with my money 

If [bad word] [bad word] clean 

You fools better wise up 

I'm like ? 

Cause I'ma to the [bad word] 

Ask questions later 

If I'ma die [bad word] 

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 

I going back to jail? 

I'll be damned if I will 

I ain't shootin to stop a [bad word] 

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) 

 [bad word]  

Could it be the street life? 

Or am I really losin my mind? 

I get the trippin [bad word] with my nine 

When I low my [bad word] 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 [bad word] 

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 [bad word] [bad word]  

Everybody's actin [bad word] 

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 

 [bad word] 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 

Ni