[Chorus] [Artillery] (Germ)
You don`t wanna be no hussler, sometimes husslers starve
Gettin` money, we pray that we don`t touch you god
(You don`t wanna no gangsta, sometimes gangstas bleed)
(And one day you face the day when you`re forced to squeeze)
See a nigga turn hussler, (then a hussler turn thug)
A thug turn gangsta when he bust his first slug
(When shit hit the fan) tell me who you gonna trust?
(Just do what you gotta do) do what you must
[Artillery]
When you lust the color of green
Schemes with the toast, keep presidental ( ? ) thugs on both knees
Deep in the game and now you`re lovin` the coke
Cause it make you wanna stack a quater mill and be ghost
Then get out the ghetto, get out the slums, get out the gutter
Wake up the metal, break up dunns, break up the butter
makin` `em stutter, mask up, lookin` for green
Would you call a ( ? ), reach for your dreams
Life is losin`, everything is never what it seems
Searchin` for the fiends, it`s like a maze to get you the green
Send up the wheel like wild crews, spinnin` the wheel
But lay low and spray high like a raw street deal
Truth of the pen, half these cat ain`t usin` thier brain
Bustin for nothin`, takin` this struggle and vain
And thier`s those who respect, and lovin` this game
Play by code and honor when they dealin` with things
[Chorus]
[Germ]
My team is like the Armada comin` through, like a fleet of ships
Guns with clips, it`s a color-line between the bloods and crips
Don`t avoid the war-zone to save your Private Ryan
Peep around the walls and your top get blown, right if you`re afraid of dyin`
Would you froze in a crusial monument
When your peeps needed the ammo the gun down your opponents
Son got slugs in his chest, while your sittin` on the stairs shedin` tears
Actin` like you not knowin`, the enemies passed you
You woulden`t bust you gun, standin` there lookin` shooked and stunned
Now you`re stressin`
Knowin` that the shorty took your man the the essence
When the shit`ll bring you, you and the peeps start to restin`
Understand, death will keep pressin`
Can`t be dealin` with these cats in the game, we`ll floss
Understandin` that thier hands don`t be smellin` like yours
Be the same ones, you have with you when you flossin` on tour
Be the main ones, to send thier goons to kick in your door
So you watch who you have with when you`re in media circles
Cause in the end, those the ones that gon` hurt you
And the end, those the ones that gon` hurt you
[Chorus]
[Artillery]
If you got dreams to settle down with a brick
Then you better got it on ( ? ) clips
Get you a Tre-8 a three-pound and watch your chips
Better then a dog and you ain`t gotta feed `em shit
Don`t trust no man, never gonna talk to no chick
Same bitches set you up and now they shot in you whip
Don`t get `em, all or nothin`, you can`t even be miss
The streets ain`t a play-ground, squeeze the fifth
[Germ]
I`m in cut like ?Porac-Side?, bubbelin`
Godfellas comin` in, we troublin`
You scarred to let us come out, knowin` we dumb out
When we pull them guns out, you change your whole route
Know what Germ be about, spittin` sixteens, spit the last fuckin` eight
To set the record straight
Controllin` my destiny, I`m kind of scarred to fade
If you cross the wrong path, you get your face ate
[Chorus]
