Suicides

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I get my hustle up

Not a little buttercup

Fresh pair of jeans

Blue vans and a button up

Livin like a zipper

Never get another buck

Using luck as my lover I love her

But I never touch her enough

She said it doesnt fit

So I must a quit

I love to live

But living doesnt love this

So I just do what to adjust to

What to do when Love

N Luck want to fuck you up

What must a thug do

Do I even thug

Or does thug love approve of lust

I'm hood with my thinkin

Five times five I'm good with the lincolns

Town car as a gypsy cab

Or I move around stars with a fifty in cash

Still the Inner City Livin in Me

I feel the Inner City so I'm really real

Now forgive me a bit uh

To the foul line to the key

Come on a do a suicide with me

Nigga hustle nigga hustle

Nigga hustle nigga hustle

To the half court line

To the next key

Only the real ballers gonna get me

Nigga hustle nigga hustle

Nigga hustle nigga hustle

Get my 1s n 2s up like a rookie DJ

Lookin at me for the sake of pushin these great beats

Hustle music while I'm flippin the bird

Pick of the third is a better pick from the litter

Than get the worse quick uh

The word nigger came from a bird in the river NIGER

This that egyptian fire

Walk like a talk like a bengal bangle

Mangle the main frame of braids getting tangled

And gettin a few chips n listening to music

And niggas who didn't listen to KRS n blueprint

HMM does that make me stupid

Or does that make the reason hate needs new music for me

Shit is a scene

Just let me call life a bitch now I can get in between

So let me hit in n breeze

Nirvana in the long run

N no drama when this songs done

To the foul line to the key

Come on a do a suicide with me

Work it out

Nigga hustle hustle

Hustle hustle

To the half court line

To the next key

Only the real ballers gonna get me

Nigga hustle nigga hustle

Nigga hustle nigga hustle