Tru Living That Life lyrics

Damn, these niggas ain't come with that shit there man
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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

'Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind

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

You know what P, man you right
'Cause if I live to see twenty one, well I lived a long life
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

'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 and that's what hustlas do
(Listen baby)

Silkk kick some shit, I'll be glad to
Fool, why you live like you live
'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

'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)

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 [Incomprehensible] 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, a lot of people don't know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before they went to jail

And it's sad to see this happen
Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what's really happenin'?
And [Incomprehensible] 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 [Incomprehensible]

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 penitentiary chances gonna take me to my grave

'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)

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, no