Текст песни Blac Haze - I`mma Die a Hustla
Blac Haze - I`mma Die a Hustla слова песни
For real, Yeah[Chorus]How ya gonna die?When ya die, niggaI`mma die a hustlaI`mma die makin money(repeat)I`mma die a hustlaI`m smokin weed and shitMy baby mama keep sayin she don`t need this shitShe said I ain`t doin nothin for my ShortyI`m like "Whatever"As I`m sippin on the fortyUhh, YeahI got my mind on the come upCause I`m a G36 ounces to a keyI need to be,On the road with my niggaz from the hoodScreamin "It`s all good, It`s all good, It`s all good"I often wonder should I stay in the gameCause I got too many enemies takin aimI learned that niggaz that beefBe tryin to kill niggazSo if you see me hanginI`m hangin with real niggazAnd I`ll be bustin at bitches and shitTryin to get the ? outSwervin at my ride bout to wreck outDamnI can`t complain cause that`s the life I choseNigga I`ma be a hustler til my casket closeAnd everbody`s tellin me "You movin too fast"The street life don`t lastLook at your homie`s that pastAnd even though deep insideI know they talkin true shitI still wanna do shitNigga I`mma die a hustla[Chorus]Ain`t got no time for fuckin with hoesThey gotta waitCause a nigga gotta get his money straightCause niggaz be actin shadyWhen it come to greenDon`t be fuckin with my moneyIf you come then come cleanYou fools better wise upI`m like ?Cause I`ma to the niggaAsk questions laterIf I`ma die niggaI`m not dyin aloneI`ll be until my bullets goneAnd only real niggaz, can feel my painI once thought I was crazyBut now I know I`m insaneSmokin outI`m the king of the base pointMe and my niggaz rollin up a fat laced jointTryin to surviveI need paper to foldEvery other day I`m violatin paroleAm I going back to jail?I`ll be damned if I willI ain`t shootin to stop a niggaI`m shootin to killI lived my whole entire life in the fast laneThat`s why I`m burned outNever thought the streets would have a niggaz soul turned outI`ma get me, no matter how I get itAnd tell the police that Blac Haze did itI`mma die a hustla(For real, yeah)[Chorus]Could it be the street life?Or am I really losin my mind?I get the trippin nigga with my nineWhen I low my shit you better stand clearAnd call the coroner cause there`s a dead man hereSee, I be watchin the niggaz who wanna be largeOr maybe biggerI catch a hot one and get to pullin on the triggerThat`s why I`m packin fiveWhen I`m packin key`sSo many homies, that turned into my enemiesSo don`t be fakin this shitLike if you gonna blastCause when I turn out the lightsYou all outta gasThey got me caught up in the drama of the inner cityWho can a nigga trust?Everybody`s actin shittyI don`t know where to turnSo I`ma chill backAnd I`ma tighten my grip when I feel slackedI don`t want no small changeI want a big caperI`m runnin with the big boysMakin big papersCause when I roll I`ll be rollin with a dirty clipDirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quickAnd we be layin playa haters downLike the lawYou said you want itWe serve it rawNigga I`mma die a hustla(for real, yeah)[Chorus]Oooooo tell me do you know, do you know, do you know