Текст песни E.S.G. - Dirty Hustle
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[Hook]Better wipe your tears away, better put your fear asidePut one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to rideThis one for those that died, and survived thru the struggleIt don`t matter your damn color, whole world`s a dirty hustleBetter wipe your tears away, better put your fear asidePut one hand up in the sky, let me know if you down to rideThis one for those that died, and survived thru the struggleThis for my sisters and brothers, this world a dirty hustle[E.S.G.]Now I don`t care where you at, you find a Martin Luther KingJust like every hood and ghetto, got a damn dope fiendRich kids crack jokes, on those who reside in the projectsBut be in them same projects, tryin to buy some weed or some XBut it ain`t no disrespect, cause I just spit how I`m livingAsk Andrea Yates, how can she drown five childrenIf you feelin like I`m feeling, put ya hands in this directionOr black or hispanic, but they got the lethal injectionGet caught up on the grind, sending a dime trying to shineThird crime get 99, child molester get less timeMr. President are you blind, you see what bill I was doingOh I get it, y`all trying to see who Jesse Jackson screwingThis one for my Aaliyah`s, Notorious Bigs and the Marvin GayesThe 2Pac`s and Bob Marley`s, we lost along the wayI pray for Cascious Clay, should I say Muhammad AliThey find a cure for his disease, as well as HIV you feel me[Hook][E.S.G.]The reason I say the world a hustle, er`body tryin to get richThe radio and T.V., better believe it`s politicsBetter get all you can get, them contracts no jokeCan`t ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat brokeDon`t take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadlyAsk South Park Mexican, Michael Jackson or R. KellySay Big Pun was too heavy, complications with his heartFeel sorry for his family, his career was at a startSame thang for Fat Pat, Big Steve and my partna ScrewThey say an overdose on coedine, but his family know the truthThe weight of the world on ya shoulder, send to be a manLil` Curtis hung himself, Big George died in a vanThree years ago, I would of been in that same vanThis ain`t no tales from the hood, they true stories manThey send military men, to another land with a gun in his handTo fight on the front-line, in a war I don`t understand man[Hook][E.S.G.]Now police pull me over, found a glock and a extra clipAsk me who I rap with, do I know who shot Lil` FlipI`m like no dog, turn my head I`m a grown manGotta watch my back from Arafat, and the jackas in my own landThe other day, the Klu Klux Klan had a rallyThey gang is bigger than, the Crips and Bloods if ya ask meThe whole world is a hustle, home of the brave and freeWith Penitentiary workers, modern day slaveryWhat kind of choices they gave me, play ball or stay in schoolConvicted felons can`t get jobs, who the hell made them rulesWhat about Basketball Bobby, won`t make it to the prosHe averaged 24, but his SAT`s were lowImagine hearing a gun blow, seeing blood all over the beadSee Al had AIDS, so he shot himself in the headKnow sometimes we get scared, looking ahead pass the troubleThe world a dirty hustle, Lord help us through the struggle[Hook](*talking*)Ha mayn, Big MelloMan, all my fallen G`s