Showing posts with label capone dub entertainment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label capone dub entertainment. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics to the song "When Going To Jail Is Like a Coin Toss" By Point One/Justin D. Myers

Lyrics To the song When Going To Jail Is like a coin Toss By Point One on the album Married available on Jango and Datpiff.com



“Now have you ever been there for monthes,
Locked down in a trap,
The cell cold as dusk,
A penny thrown,
A penny pinched,
In my clutch,
With the double dutch blunts that I puff,
Imagine  Cuz,

No Head’s Or Tail’s,
We will prevail ,
In this land of rap sale’s,
Police,
Snitche’s,
And ,
Jail,
Wont see me back in-less it’s two with A L,
Over murdering some buster over bail,
But ill never tell,

And I Wont fail,
On my street ethics,
Code loyalty to the  block,
And all that come’s nextess,-------

Five-
        Four—
                Three---
        Two---
One-

Play’a,
As im waying out fish scale, lyke a sky  waiter,
Now step back,
Relax,
And pick up the Zig Zag,



The Purple sac Of Indo-------- Kush,

That we have,

And -------I,

               Could—Be,

                 Your,------- hustler

           Baby,-------


Just let me get out ,
N,
Sex You cray---zy,

Im me,
And you can come  N learn this
But Im not a push out any more than I wish,
That be off it,
You’d be trying to do this,
Sounding stupid Lyke a trick,
And Im not Tryin’ To laugh Kid,”


            “-------So Tell Me,!!!!”


“Have you ever been there for years,
With the homies in the pin,
Sheddin Tatoo tears,
Sellin’ any thing you could get your hands on for grip,
Making cash off the food,
That you steal from the pig’s,

Correction,

Government D-O-C,

It really don’t mean a thing to me,
But M-O-N-E-




Why?,

Because Im Point’s the prince,
Who’s ,
Just try-in, Push out his gift,
Sit N List-in to him,

He might teach a couple things out a book,
That he read doing tyme in the JU-(OO)-G,
Whyle writing Lyrics and hook’s,

Or Poems for cash,
To basterds who cant,

Then have they girls pants wet as mynd’s,
Thinking a dat,

Introduction to the game,
As im lay-in um flat,
Aint had her put down nothing but my name on her back,

And it started with a P,
So shorty remember G,

Call me up in the street,
Meet me there then we meet,

In a burgundy black caprice bit-in,
Sit-in , on sunset,
Ryde-in down Malibu breeze with our tongs’ wet,

Sit down,

                Lay back,

                                    Im a touch Ya,

Nice fine Pretty self Girl,

Diamond   Custard, -------“


“Im a take a spoon full,

Then I dream on it,
Wake up,
Go to the room,
To kiss your friends stomach,

That’s the life I have coming from the same Ive Lived,

Care less about the Kid,
Give me the stars and the gift,-------

So Tell Me-------,

Have you ever been there for monthes?
Locked down in a trap,
The cell cold as dusk,
A penny thrown,
A penny pinched,
In my clutch,
With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!


In my clutch,
With the doubl dutch blunt,

That I puff,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!



Have you ever been there for monthes?
Locked down in a trap,
The cell cold as dusk,


A penny thrown,
A penny pinched,
In my clutch,

Amagin

                              Cuz!!!!



                                                                    -------End-------

Thursday, March 24, 2011

lyfe

even though lyfes hard we cant stop.. thats what they want from us....    i have a community garden now...lol     its in Arroyo Grande California, by the elm street park, plot number seven   .............  get at me.... lets show life that we can handle it, and ask god to do what he will with us.
                                                                                               Justin David Myers/point one      

lyrics to the song " THE BEAT" by point one

I'm the beat thats in the backdrop
casually waitin,  and freakin any woman steppen  2 the cadence
-most the directions reflections
hate me when i'm pacen
never to contemplate all the wisdom that i'm chasing

kissin destiny- thick thighs- like loaded five nines
in these times of hate or pain
ya betta get yun's
i'm a hustler- cut class ta mac ment dimes
sip zin-findale  wine--
bath rooms to slang lines

one's ,five's, ten's, twunty's
only right kinds
on a militant mynd- i'm a get
or get gunned
be proned to whats fun
in it- tell i cant lung
all the smoke, and hashish
this beast-- from the trunk
un-hustless get cut
the names were "who was"
but trully nobody gives a fuck about there blood

with everything sown up in a black duffel bag
thats my name for the Hurst
colored body-- that you drag--

(chorus )

"I'm a gangsta bitch!! --- gangsta bitch!!"
"who's you"
"to me a hustles chick, hustles chick"
"who knew"
"your momma, and daddy's
everybody frigid in your family
pluss the last of all friends and there kin who around me"

"baby girl your pretty but i dont want it--
and if you want a kiss,- i'm telling you go to off it-
--im not on it--
                      -so come on--
                                             and lets play--

cuz i'm a player lady--
and thats tell the day i lay"


"OK"

(verse 2)

I bring you in to , the middle of the back may-b
see the circumstances----how your act lady?
have you ever been the-- one-,-  to witness death?
from the middle of your finger pull the trigger lyke a breath

as you crept, never slept, close your eyes but see death
so you stay awake at night, in-visioning all that you left
go to take another life but theres-kept in the dungeon
a whole clip of- show slaughter
for any body wonder-ing

point one's the name, j-dubb wont ever stop
you can find us in the air flippin like an astronaut
cant quit for no whore, nair bitch, or- one fag
tre' matches with two lacs, and one rillo and thats- that

i'm a cabbage gripper, girl sexer
the dick giver,- love life-- no witness
tied presents on the gift list
if you speaking i'm a listn
don't care what the prick is
i'm a push another hit in
get it sent to where they print it


(chorus )

"I'm a gangsta bitch!! --- gangsta bitch!!"
"who's you"
"to me a hustles chick, hustles chick"
"who knew"
"your momma, and daddy's 
everybody frigid in your family
pluss the last of all friends and there kin who around me"

"baby girl your pretty but i dont want it--
and if you want a kiss,- i'm telling you go to off it-
--im not on it--
                      -so come on--
                                             and lets play--

cuz i'm a player lady--
and thats tell the day i lay"


"OK"


                                   two diffrent recorded versions available through capone dub entertainment 805-610-2470

  

lyrick to the song " was if i wish" by point one (being sold on i tunes through eighthdemention)

(chorus)
I'm on the beaches in the Bahamas  with a bad bitch
baby girl said her name "was if i wish"
Marilyn- Monroe type
with thick thighs, and nice lips
perky pecan apple pussy
something give a nice kiss

lick your lips baby girl and let me see your world
aint your average, not that habit givin, livin type of squirrel
i'm not tryin to get a nut
its a race to climb the tree
you can come and ryde with me
have you safe on satin sheets

     "I'm- a -hustler"

all i need is playa passion asking me why-
besides your so fly
and i just think i realized?
between the light n light eyes
weather hazel, blue or green eye
red if points might get a taste of that ass
pass the flute of champaign
pour up n have a blast
crack a smile on your face
as the waves crash we taste
strawberry's by the case
on shorelines by the fifth
with the watter at our feet
and our hands as we wish

-baby girl-
                 i don't mean to be rude to ya
but your a pretty gods perfection
can i move to ya
hypnotic how you got me on it
you flaunt it, but never pawn it

and me- point one's doing his thing
you looken good n them jeans
just like all the watter we seen
to leave us tropically--eased
in this person'a of a playa like p
-two piece-,still creased-, one tone
with the sun on the palm tree's
mist to ya nose

we see the candy shes blowin
light tangerine, no seeds or stem's
from banana leaf -we roll one g'in-
sorry-hustle- no sin
it's just this life that i live
so we cant stop it for shiv
and i aint slowing for shit--
-i'm a grinder bitch
and your slowing, down my bustle-
and this muscle that i got i wont let it weaken for nothin
by the pools- of san-dro-pay
we can play all day
sip'in aliz'e in the hallways
poppen Cabern'et

-- "as i "--  

kiss you on your hand
to princess ring's on your finger
we got everything on credit or free
so no fever--
no worry
no problems
de- a- lema's been solved
since we walked through the bamboo gazee-bo that
--we on!

you a pretty field to play on- i'm here
first  ta  even odd's
secondary have you--taken off draw's
third i love but wont call-
so i got the camera off and its gone--
its amazing, how the light your eyes caught
when, it set on us all

leaving-- all in the dark

to forget feeling's
of romance and passion--- of which were both feeling

i'm just tryen to be that nigga you call on
or walk too--

mess with when tymes are resentful and hasty
"pay me"--"never"
for you i'm free, baby girl
your world, is my desire
with the passion it with holds
hold my hand, hear my lyrics
and ill take you too a land
where everything' is commit'ed
and your dreams are my command

or maybe a beautiful bomb shell in Tahiti
some one who sip's ripple
and comes straight out of bikinis
but i'm looking for a goddess/who resembles satisfaction
body, mynd ill trance you  soon as you look in her direction


(  and this muscle that i got, i wont let it weaken for nothin
( pluss this muscle that i got),
                                              by the pools of san-dro-pay we can play all day sippin alize in the hallways poppen Cabernet-)

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

lyfe(

a day with out music, is a day without me~~   using blogspot to lay the verse down... and im off...

Friday, January 14, 2011

lyricks to "Ryde(the Cadillac anthem)

lyricks to the song -"ryde(the Cadillac anthem) track six off my album named single..


(chorus)

“It’s just me and my Cadillac
Candy painted coup
Rydin up side streets as were lookin for some loot
Sittin on chrome swanga’s pearl escents’ pitch black
Best partner on the globe
International
My Cadillac,”

            “Ooo’ it’s my Cadillac”
           “Yes, it’s my Cadillac”
          “Limo tent with leather seating”

           “Ooo , I love my Cadillac”
           “I know you see my Cadillac”
           “Me with my girls in back”
           “Besides all that ~ it’s just me in my Cadillac”

(Verse 1)
“Only partner~ won’t pick a side and die with me,
Trust me with his lyfe, do some tyme, and ryde with me,
Cover up all my tears when im sad , then cry with me
Shorties, you, ~ are the one that takes hard and makes easy,
Posted outside the club lookin up at gods evening
Scent smellin of th cushi aroma that im breathing
Speaking melo~matic melodies surrounding my feelings
From the jazz instrumental my mental your bleading
“yous a classy bitch”  !  “ yeah I said it shorty”
Crush velvet mink interior, your  air is blowing
Matching cardiair vine cap, where my head is goin
Ryding all through the dusk tell the dawn to see morning’

Won’t never love a girl, less she’s clean as Pirelli’s
Makin a sound lyke a lions roar, straight out a chevy
Twerk is~~ way to heavy
Only woman that ill trick on ~ only if I could get you pregnant
You’d be the best one
Broad don’t mynd picking whores up
Man her games tight
Bottom bitch is ready to pimp, then slide all night
Pack a pistol in her trunk
Cumber bun under tucked
Only one I couldn’t leave”
                        “That’s my Cadillac”




           (Bridge)

“Cadillac rollen~ pistol gripped tucked”
“Countin stacks I mash~ with my foot on the gass”
“triple gold spinnin~ three 60 on I-10”
“candy paint drippin ~ leave a trail for the pigs”
“smoking-rollen-sexen hoes ~ livin the lyfe”
“ryden~ drop top devil’s seven nines in three wheels”
“Put that ass in the air~ let it shake like a gee baby”
“No shit~ just persuade~ you can tease lady”
“Gang bang on your thick ass”
“I’m a straight up player”
“And I never hesitate~ to mash”


(Verse 2)
“I wake up every morning, steady thinking of my circumstances,
One ounce ~ two girls~ gets heavy how the world is turning,
I use to sell dope~ and ended up~ renting hookers’
The fiends are all the same ~ but only one drug can get cooked up,
I’ve got whores on track~ pushing they ass to the white trick,
For all the years they fucked us ~ now there getting screwed by black pimps,

           “I get up everymorning and I pimp these hookers”
           “I look over everymorning and I see my hookers”
            “Come on!!!”

         “I ~ aint never been that nigga who care “
          “You only mad at me ~ cuz you aint no play,a “


(Chorus)
“It’s just me and my Cadillac
Candy painted coup
Rydin up side streets as were lookin for some loot
Sittin on crome swanga’s pearl esscents pitch black
Best partner on the globe
International
My Cadillac,”


    “Ooo’ it’s my Cadillac”
           “Yes, it’s my Cadillac”
          “Limo tent with leather seating”

           “Ooo , I love my Cadillac”
           “I know you see my Cadillac”
           “Me with my girls in back”
           “Besides all that ~ it’s just me in my Cadillac”



                “In my Cadillac”
             
                
             “Candy painted coup~ swingin down side streets as s’where lookin for some loot”


                   “O~ it’s my Cadillac, candy painted coup”

                 “limo tent with leather seating”
                  “Oo~ I lovemy Cadillac”

Sunday, January 2, 2011

lyfe

im tired of being friends to users...  im a hustler ,  i only get used  when theres something in it for points.. as this rain falls  on jan 2 2011  right before i light up this blunt  full of confadential cheese, and produce an instra.  im a try to say....  fuck all who dont like point one,  im a do me      and i dont,wont,and cant give a fuck about you!!!!!

lyfe(1/1/11)

im a set it off.........   before i twist n burn this ell   im a say my night..
ive been  m-i-a   for a whyle.....

fuck my nigga   im stuck... i was going to go on about  me getting pulled over and then  let go after they fynd pills  out of there propper container,   because  of a police fight...  im not mad   let me go...   i have 2 keep my job..            so whats  good america   lyfes hard  ... i need to get this  music shiv poppen... nobodys going to help...  so we gotta get it.....

Saturday, December 25, 2010

lyfe(merrychristmas)

this.   im a live  shits beautifull......
whatever the outcome  as the clouds im around     and the gryme i servive in   ......  if i can   live in this i can die for that......merrychristmass

Thursday, December 23, 2010

lyfe

good night baby........  as you lay in the bed  im about to go to....   i just want to let you know ..  i love you        

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

lyfe

its cold out here......   the rains been falling for a week it seems. and everythings so far away  ( except that light green no seed cali stuff  )    ...   and last night had me on stuck...    i didnt even know that there was that many police in the 5 city area (ag,ox3,grover beach, avila beach,? what #5 is   lol)  thats cali for us...                                   have you ever walked in the rain and thanked god for keeping you dry ?


that was me last night........    the fuzz put me in it first     ... i love the spot light      .....  i just kept going with it

Saturday, December 18, 2010

lyfe

im a hustler and a hustler is going to do what he needs to do to get to where he needs... i wake up in the morning and tell my self  " are you hungry"         i dont answer myself because that would be crazy... but i know that  that question i asked my self was me seeing how addament i am to want this lyfe....    im a get it...   as the rain trickles down on the central coast of california....  and  i remynd myself... i dont believe in luck  i believe in god...


           im a hustler player....   gamblers play the game not knowing of there going to win or lose...
             me....................im a win or break even on purpose.......hustle

Friday, December 17, 2010

lyfe(ryde)

on the pch/101 south bound to the harbor 10freeway at 8am on a beautifull day.. god grants us this lyfe  so we ryde i wont stop
and this hands dealt with good tyming.     racing ambulances going in the same direction.. being with my girl and her girl .. looking up blocking the sun with the visor at every turn...  and the way the water/light mixture just reflects in my eye lids,  "haha,,,and it feels so good" with  the newly paved and under construction highway set it off ......and got back at 6pm
keep it breef..p

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

lyfe

ive been stuck in lyfe amd lost in tyme,   maybe its been the weed ive been burning, its nowher close to propper  ...     ive been giving it away as cherity...lol    ..   wouldnt that be a tax deduction... all i know is tomarrows trip to la la land( L A)  is going to make that better... all love and good night...p

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

lyfe( lyricks to aftertreat)

"(         =  dubs                        )"
i start at point one, throwing tre' dubbs up
purple haze stash, got aliz'e in the cup
legs spread on the pool table
me in the middle
i got my mic in my palm
digital instramental

keep pushin out tracks, call me amtrack man
first class, cuz the money come from ascap fam
it's wasted if its not less then a gram in a sweet
that girls crazy want a hit
shes a quarter horse freek
                       "come on"

feds lookin for my grip, gotta price on my head
pistol gripped in my palm, cuz they want me dead
say im making to much, pleasure loot un-taxed
got the streets blocked off, and there running in fast

A-T-F  on they shirt, drug task force comin
incence--- lick your lips-when you come-say whats up
drove off call me block buster
but calm down
com- take  e-bay- dont leave names
south cali bound!

                                               echo
"medical blunts mixed with kief hash---hot tubs pushin 90 degrees"


ohh yeah be the first tyme you heard it, capone dubb e-n-t
said yeah i own it
people hate point one's got the badest bitch
j-dub hit the block with the tightest spliff
                                                                   echo
                                                           "light it up!!"

see the poe,seen me smoke my bitch
damn nothin,
give a damn---bout a police switch

i got pain nigga in my heart to see and its deep
with these tears fallen down my cheek at 20 years old

heavy weight clyentell--come round
come and get four keys-me!
im bout them O-Gees
mo hits--mo bomb weed
cali green--seven leaves--no seeds
on the street
chevy tone
damn
rope and round beats
                              "(                                          )'
                            echo
"california two stryke fellon------------kentucky state ball---en"


feelin lyke slip n slide and i stay on the grynd
hard tymes whyle im locked down
stay on my mynd
lyricks acapella
so i stay, stay on the beat
if a job dont work im a stay on the street

turn a gram to a p,  --  and a pound to a key
real hustla's them niggas serve dirt to eat
                                           
                                        "damn" w/echo
"(                                         )"

i feel flint a playa made me
 way back up
looking down at you fucks
sippin yac in a cup
blue dot in the blunt--burnin benjamins up
middle finger to the police, hands on my nuts

                                  reverb
"that girls hotter then louisiana hot sauce"
"take her pants off an get your rocks on"
"i aint gonna bother you baby"
"because whore, cuz you myne "
"and we can both stay in the studio"
"and stay on the grynd"-spendin all of the tyme

                                    reverb
"you can look in my face"
"sorry but i see your feelings playa"
"all the scars and pain"
"you need to put motha fuckas to sleep"

"(                                                   )"

baby if you needed to--- could serve it
that ass --- im a playa girl
give me all dat cash
an welcome to, the entertainment endustry
manicures, pedicures
and all the finest indo weed

nothing less then an ounce, cuz its how we roll
put yo ass in a jetta, with some clean ass clothes

all you need to know
is all you need to know
drop it low
and get this paper for me ho
an go--

lets stack that green fo sho--window tippin
i be on a mission
bitches start strippin
make moves big pimpin
300 for an hour and i be the new addition

cold hold it down
gold pirex points
put the phone rang slow
open, pop that cuz!!

you can bang to lose,
club girls and all that shit still refuse to lose

Monday, December 13, 2010

lyfe

its a beautifull day,    im sittin in these girbaud's, a blunt burnt throwback, and some off white  cream dirty color white shoes that cost a dub ? maybe 3$  lol    im blunted off some grand daddy purp . whatching these girls go by. thinking of myne  and liveing a good life..   
 why not live it, get it , have it.........  
        i was on http://therealpointone.blogspot.com/   and  looking at some of the lyricks ...   got me stuck..   them shits are long  lol     and  the police latly been  cool around this block,  i havent seen  besides one pull over?    im blunted lol   try not to pull me over  ...  lol   and  the  dunes went off ~ the oceano beach off ramp/parking lot in oceano ca, was under construction    i was there for a min.    and  it was   some  shit   knowing that nobody could roll up without 20 ft or driving up notice is lovely.... lol  there was a truck on the beach  ?     (could have been the police)  if it was  they were asleep lol      i went to work......   thinking of who the lookout was on the onramp  in grover beach, ca  was   to make sure buisness went down corectly on the dunes ~  keep   it g

                                                     i left the  portable  bag in the ryde  lol

Saturday, December 11, 2010

lyfe

for everybody in the world  who doesnt know what a good night is  it  consists of       4-5 wemon   split in two sets,  along with  more  in the first section of the day   then  you add  doing whatever you want where ever you want  and  getting the blessing of the black and whites or the bku and whutes   ........  seeing respect  makes  the best day...  having people stop you in trafic to say the music i bang is hot...... thats a day
and im not stopping  it only gets better...........   i only give out sectionals.....  so as i lay down and put my psalm on another breast.....   im a smile..........and u..........  you can do what you do on any other friday    lol
                                                                                                                                          masterbate   lol
                                                                                                                                            pornhubs  free lol    fag!!!!!

Friday, December 10, 2010

lyfe "lyricks to how come"

" how come"
                   i cant get a government job
i got people looking at me lyke i hustle an rob

"how come"
                  it's so hard so i cant feed the kids
these food stamps dont help and the wic aint shit

"how come"
                 i go to college and i have 2 jobs
but i cant get a loan or a credit card

"how come"
                 all the police, know my name
but they dont want to support or here shit i say

"how come"
                i have to grynd just to pay the rent
feed myself, dress the young, and pay the phone bill pimp

"how come"
                i make that , minimum wage
doing whatever i gotta do so, a playa can get payed


                                   im a hustla from back in the old days
                              sippin yac, old E, on the corner
                                  with blaze fire, we smoke weed
                              get fucked up, do any thing to get paper
                                  im a hustla never a hater step in flyboogaters

                               yeah  heard   what i say
                                 and your girl loves me
                                i spread game shit from the back
                               been ------pen--ten---tree

                              but i dont love it, dont lease shit
                             and  how come they wont just
                              let me out
                               they say they overcrowed
                              but they kept me in

-echo-
"goodnight all you boys n girls"
"layen in your beds all around the world"

                              wether its
4 in the morning
and theres nobody yawning
see were just tryin, close your eyes

count the sheep, close your lids dont, make a peep
but if ya-
see the mouse, let him creep , let him creep
watch him-
get his cheese
let him-
slide into his house
under-
neath the crib so he can go feed his mouth
the crew, and his boys
you know--,--how it is
we dont, have no toys
but we stays with a toaster
and im not speaking on the ones for the bread
talking bout the thang
that you load the bullets straight to your head

                        "booyach-booyach"

yeah thats the sound of that shawty
quick to rattle your body no night mares young homie



"how come"
                i cant get a government job
i got , people lookin at me lyke im hustlen raw
"how come"
                its so hard to get food for the kids
i cant get food stamps,  and the wic aint shit
"how come"
                im in college and i have two jobs
 pluss i cant geta credit,  or a f****on job
"howcome"
                 all the police know my name
but they dont want to support or hear shit i say


                              im a hustla, hustla, bat an gat cha
run bases,
               under neath the black lights
and see all faces
see the lights on the freeway gliss'n
as im,
sittin in  the limo
doing what i gotts to demo

        bang, shit, ho---
ohh-,-i-,-do
and -,-i
ryde--slyde--past your base n say im fly
smoke a blunt -- under,neath the blue
and beautifull black sky as i
prey to god
im ---a

                                   "hustla,-hustla"
                                      "busta,-busta"
 you could  nair not dare ever come n fuck me


                                             (pause for beat)1sec
                                      "goodnight" x 6

"how come"
                 i cant get a government job
i got people looking at me lyke im hustl'n raw
"how come"
               its so hard to get food for the kids
these food stamps dont help,--and the wic aint shit


                                     "booyach--booyach"
                               thats the sound of the shawty
                              quick to rattle your body
                               no night mares young home--y

                           "good night all  you boys n girls"
                         " laying in your beds all around the world"
                         "wether its"
                             "4 in the morning and theres nobody yawning"
                        "see we just try'n close are eyes"
                        "count the sheep--, close your lids"
                         "dont make a peep"
                           "but if ya"
                          "see the mouse--let him creep,--let him creep"
                         "watch him---"
                        "get his cheese,--let him slide into his house"
               "under"--neath the crib , so he can go and feed his mouth
                         "the crew,-- and his boys"
                         "you know,--  how it is"
                      "we dont have no toys"
                       "but he stays -with a toaster"
                  "and im not speakin on the one for the bread"
                  "talkin bout the thang that loads the bullets for ya head"


                                  "booyach--booyach"
                              yeah thats the sound of the shawty
                            quick to rattle your bodys
                                   of them hype mares homie!!

                     "how come"
                                      wit jip jybe

Thursday, December 9, 2010

lyfe(lyrick to "we be out there")


we be out there stackin' green
scaling cavy out on tripple beams
nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's
coke zone's weigh digitally
                                                     -at least im real though-

never been the nigga to boast but break bitches
lie not me  - sorry  - ya left with hurt feeling
i was raised to be made willing
showed how to make a killing
then right before pimping
moved straight on to dealing
this-
        music's in my blood
just lyke the girl's that i love
light her up, take a puff
exhale the smoke from my lungs
this a hustla stays vicious
as the revenue comes
pluss im still on parole
and ive been on the run
seen the bubble of the jar
and kept my hand on the gun
he was taught by the sharks to eat the guppies that come

im a winner not a loser
when i fall i get up
points ill lead you
i dont follow learn to get off my nutts
ill cook it once
ill do it twice
and ill do it again
ive allready payed my dues for this lyfe of sin

i was told from the begin
that nobodys givin shit
but im not down to take
and i have to feed the kids

                                 "so i hustle"
                                  "and i hustle"
                                 "so i hustle"
                                  "and i hustle"
                              yep


im out there in the cold
rain, sleet, hail, or snow
selling my cd's at the grocery store

i see cats passing me up
not giving a fuck!!!
all i need is a buck so points can get on the buss

i work hard everyday
pluss i struggle to servive
in the game tell i die
music's my 9 to 9

sittin down at this table lookin up at the grey sky
whyle i say god thank you
never gotta ask him why

i do things nice
 cuz its how a nigga is
even though i notice carma never gave me shit!!
people lookin at me sideways
im just tryin to make a hit
doing what i love-
as im pushin out my gift


                                   "so i hustle"
                                    "and i hustle"
                                    "so i hustle"
                                    "and i hustle"


we be out there stackin' green
scaling cavy out on tripple beams
nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's
coke zone's weigh digitally
                                                     -at least im real though!!!


people want to turn me back into a dog
that izzm nigga dont give a fuck about all yall
who set yo ass in the rain
with no close and 1 thought
"if your cold fynd a trick with a car
and run thru raindrop's"

i love too much
& i hate to little
i'd wish i'd cry
just to heal my feelings

but i dont see it happening
so i stay rock cold
all i need is love
just to heal my sole

as i walk cross the street
to the liqour store
pick up another sweet
and begin to roll

i dont mean to look a fiend
but only 1 brings eaze
so im a blow out the smoke
in this air i breath
ask god for forgivness
steady count my green
wages of sin mean death
so im -r -i- p
look i still have to feed the    k-  i-  dees
and you look at me as if im doing the wrong thing!!!
  
                                         "ok"

i could be out there
selling dope to kids
but just lyke all yall i dont respect that shit

but im not the one to let my loved ones go starving
so---pussy,  money, weed,  drugs you can call me--


                              "i'm a hustla man"
                             "im a hustla man"
                                     "im a"
                                      "im a"
                                "im a hustla man"
                                      "im a hustla man"
                                "im a hustla man"
                        yep




we be out there stackin' green
scaling cavy out on tripple beams
nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's
coke zone's weigh digitally
                                                     -at least im real though


im telling you im a dog
i just dont give a fuck
lyke a pit bull snaps
eat you motha fucka's up
when people starve they'll do anything
im telling you that
so if my babys need to eat
im a go grab the gat
wash my hands of the blood
watch it go down the sink
grab the bleach
so there aint no evidence leaked
put on some new clothes
then burn the old ones up
then dissgard the ashes
feed um with corn to the ducks

and ryde to the store to get the family lunch

                                  "im a hustla man"

i've held 3 jobs so i could pay the rent
and
sold omlets to lifers cuz im legit
i've sold drugs, pimped whores, stole cars
ascap,robbed stores
and im a two strike fellon
with not shit to lose
i go to school to prove
 to all you motha fuckas that this nigga here is tru
fuck if you dont listn  heres a middle finger too
from point one to you
and everbody you screwed
                                      "i hustle"
                                          
                            "i hustle"





we be out there stackin' green
scaling cavy out on tripple beams
nothing in this lyfe is what it seem's
coke zone's weigh digitally
                                                     -at least im real though