murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think
Don't bring scared business to me Mon roughest, toughest rude boy (papa smurf) Me murda for fun Ya heard me? Momma used to tell me as a boy to do right
to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.T. for G.P. A hundred G cars, Garcia Vegas cigars Kani shit, mad jiggy The clout, murder material serial scratched out My name's
this life mean to yall? Money ice and cars Bustin nuts in broads Never trusting god You better trust him had with you when you hustlin It was him that
at In the buildin hustlin And they don't be strapped Supreme in black Is downstairs, the engine runnin Find a bag to put the guns in And c'mon if yo
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X) I don't wanna live no mo' Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do' I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another
you killed Now where the goons at It's poppin in Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place Get murdered
then I do it big nigga 3x [Verse 1: Youngbleed] So many ways to get paid Better, keep, fake, i.d. Sure yall don't try me It's murder, I'm a server
yeh yeh) Chorus {Goldie Loc} C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C)
can I would be the man, but Dogg beat me to them plans {Snoop Dogg} Next up, on the M-I-C C-Murder, get busy for the symphony {C-Murder} I be's that
me {Chorus x2} Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Ain't nut'in personal tru See it's all about respect Kill-kill-kill Murda-murda-murda Im never got slippin
(feat. Wyclef Jean) [Intro:] T.I(Grand Hustle Homie)(Wyclef Jean-Listen Ev'ry Body Repot 2 Da Blodclot Dance Floor) T.I-You Know What It Is Wyclef-Hey
hard hustlin' it gently [Sosa:] God meant me To push a Bentley Me and Hi-C sellin' niggas keys By the threes [Hi-C:] I'm a G [Sosa:] A G [Hi-C:] Made
the floor Never told now you know how it go bitch One hundred [Chorus] Little bitty More, more, more, milly Hustle to the ceiling More, more, more, milly Hustle
't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught
't stop until I get shot, shot/ Fillin' 'em way back in tha dayz of the glock, glock yeah I see great quota murder murder St. Clair/ As for the industry
die, I'm a gangsta No mo' petty rock hustlin', I'm in for the run And I'm fo'sho I'm gone' be murdered for this shit that I done But I'm a die standin