[Master P]
Damn, these niggas ain`t come with that shit there man
Check this out
[Master P]
See I`m a G on the grind 24/7
Don`t give a damn if I don`t go to heaven
Us G`s live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
[Silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin` but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[Master P]
So I`m crazy, drive by Miss Daisy
Sellin` dope to all these motherfuckers and killin` babies
I know it`s sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me Jack or Jill
[Silkk]
You know what P, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life
[Master P]
And the P won`t change
Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin` hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama`s bad boy, tryin` to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt
My auntie Marie told my mamma that i`ll probably get my cap peeled
And I don`t give a fuck
Still tryin` to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck
Chorus: TRU
Cause I`m a hustla, that`s what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause I`m a hustla, that`s what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain`t livin` right
Cause I`m a hustla, that`s what hustlas do
Listen baby
[Master P]
Silkk kick some shit
[Silkk]
I`ll be glad to
[Master P]
Fool, why you live like you live
[Silkk]
Cause I have to
When I be leavin` the house, I be lyin` to my chick
Tell her i`ll be home, cause I don`t want that cryin` shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i`ll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin` nightmares that a nigga`s pushin` up daisies
Because i`m hangin` with these killas
She`s always tellin` me not to hang with my TRU niggas
Chorus
[Master P]
Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that I spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn`t blame Bush when he bombed Iraq
Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin` that crack
And it`s sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin` of Rodney King
Hit three-million dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain`t shit
And OJ wouldn`t be on trial if it wasn`t a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people don`t know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail
And it`s sad to see this happen
Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what`s really happenin`
And ??? must be a joke
Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what`s up folks
And no role models to look up to
That`s why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child without a father figure
I`m not Spice 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin` to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave
Chorus
Why you wanna live that life, I`m missing you baby
You know you ain`t livin` right
It ain`t No Limit to these TRU niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I`m missing you baby
You know you ain`t livin` right
No-no-no-no-no-no-no
