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Текст песни Daz Dillinger and JT the Bigga Figga - Still Hustlin`

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Uh, uh yeah uhJust another one, just another oneUh uh, check it[Verse 1]Never touch mine, breakin` ya hustleWatchin` ya crumble over punk shitRunnin` ya mouth, now you in troubleGot ya whole click sittin` there hotWe at the spotFeed the money counters into the blockAnd at the top is an old ladyMatchin` Mercedes, servin` her husbandCause the homie`s crazyBought up and drunkenStraight thuggin` and trees burnWeed clouds get distributedEyes turn red palms sweatWhen niggas hit the shitThe AC on, CD knockin` and it`s the GamblazGhetto platinum, stuck in some shitYou know we handle em`They still talkin` still hustlin` still musclin`And takin` over, catchin` your queenWith no smugglin`She told it allCheckmate like Mac MallWe all ball, we dogsWith no plaques on the wallWe independent on some other shitMovin` them boxesCause it`s cash on deliveryThe safe in the closetWe still lovin` it[Verse 2]I wanna get riches, flip sixes, and own a condoBlowin` Bom though cause the niggas is some smokersIn the Gamblaz shack with craps, and scraps for pokerWe stock brokers, we trained just like Wall StreetI look at all my competition this war meetsThe Gamblaz, we ghetto platinum and y`all weakThough I sit back blow off Rap City all weekSeein` garbage ass rappers that think it`s all sweetIt`s deep, better watch the Gamblaz we on creepThe first to leap, get sweeped beneath the feetMan I treat the world to million dollar rhymes and linesAbout thugs movin` dimes and carryin` loaded ninesFatal times and crimes keep fuckin` up my mindI`m blind and still livin` life on the lineRead the line status, hits to hits in my defenseI don`t wanna get penned to the fence and get richEveryboy say I`m takin` a risk to get richTryin` to flip off a million dollar dissin` and shitSplittin` sections to fractions, perhaps it`s for actionsThey got me bringin` pain like the tractions, what happened[Verse 3]Yo, yo, yoMore money to get, O`s to flip, hoes to breakClockin` loot from state to state movin` major weightLike cargo, breakin` em` off something hardcoreWe all roll, to have big money is what we ball forIn and out of lanes countin` my cashWith a blunt on my lips and ounce of my stashWe bounce fast up the block, tuck the glock then skatRockin` raps won`t stop till my pockets fatI`m out to profit in this game till my time is overI spend my spare time hustlin` and grindin` dojaFuck exposure just show me the cash up frontWe mash punks and shoot lyrics like we blastin` pumps, what[Verse 4]Smoke, smoke, smoke till I can`t smoke, smoke, smokeI fucks a ho till she can`t fuck no moreIn it been gettin` it like lobster and shrimpI don`t know why I`m a hell of a pimpI strive with a limp, flip the gift and get swiftedOn my mama, I`m a fool I get with thisI don`t admit, fuck all y`all ya crew`s smallAll the funky funky girls just ballFlip my dick in her jaw, fuck the lawDiggy Daz the shit straight breakin` the lawTell me, tell me, tell me who`s number oneThat nigga Daz, all these suckers get done[Verse 5]I been thugged out since day on, also pays to comeDues been done paid, blocks been done sprayedYa whole click can`t fade one nigga in my crewPaper bound is what I represent cause money I pursueI ain`t takin` losses dog while niggas crossin` gameLive for money fuck fame and all my life I endure painI ain`t no lame so don`t try to play me for no jokesWeed smoke and Hennessey got me easy to provokeTurn to music top my folks, Vicky, Tera, MacyI got it sowed from BK street to the A-V-EAnd y`all hatin` me cause my riches steadily stackin`I see ya whole crew standin` sold bushes out there with em`Here we go like a phantom but I`m backboard tweezedMe and the Fig and the Gamblaz flip to L-I-V-EG-O-P bitch

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