Текст песни Ray Luv - Forever Hustlin`
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I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the gameAlways meant to be a playa, put the `luv` in my nameSurrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from That put the mouthpiece on my English that was broken and dumbGot me cooled in a swimming pool, in motion like a big old oceanHighways to a billion, trippin off my next millionRich like a Sicilian but chillin like a fuckin villainIt`s on, ready and willin for 94 to make a killinFlip a pint of that Hennessy cognacAnd a fat sack of that North Bay comebackAin`t this a bitch, I never thought that it would be like thisLife of a hustler, the brights of the filthy richA nigga`s guilty quick if he starts rippin shitI ain`t your dopeman, cassettes is all you copy withSlangin tapes and gettin bent, this is how we representAnd if you`re lookin counterfeit, fools might ask what set you`re withBut back up in the Bay they don`t play off of what you wearinNiggas trip off silly shit, like hoes and other niggas starinForever strugglin, too much to be jugglinYour boy`s on the run g, forever hustlin"Just a playa with some g-a-m-e"It`ll never quit, every day the same old shitThe dreams of gettin rich and no one left to share it withCause life is like a major bitch, livin on this razor, kidBlowin up was hella sick, even though what them pagers didHad to finally see the pen, wishin for some dank and ginGot the game twisted and got me up in missin printsBut now I`m on the block again, think I`m sellin rocks again?Hell no, I`m slingin them lyrical intoxicantsThey try to make this game illegalCause I rap strapped with a Desert EagleWanna play me out like Bugsy SigelAnother plan to see through rap, let all the pranksters rapAnd when the real niggaz rap, call the shit gangsta rapThe shit is kinda sick to me, how did I get addicted g?Shouldn`ta touched the d, now it`s all about my familyBall or die, nigga, is my m.o., I got my money on the razorCause major labels wouldn`t listen to my demoStay away from shobs, pray to god it`ll never stopStayin on my toes till a young muthafucka popQuit smokin week when a nigga quit strugglinBut I`ll never give the game up, forever hustlin"Just a playa with some g-a-m-e"That girl is my 24 ho, what you don`t knowIt`s Candy, but better than blowIt feels good in your hand like a pistol gripAnd have you jumpin all around like Chrystal MethYou feel dizzy as fuck, like off the Hymen brewGot you geekin off the very first line or twoNow you`re sprung off the tongue, it`ll never quitGot them young niggaz o.g.`in on this playa shitNow I`m back on the track, fool, I`m readyA joint full bomb, call me Big Eddie SpaghettiCause I`m movin much weight to the one stops, it`s all musicalCosts you a ten pop to get the usualGame that starts with the letter GHad to stop freestylin cause these styles ain`t freeAnd that`s real, sworn struggler, dank smugglerEntrepreneur, big ballin-ass hustlerAnd the game don`t stop, manLink Crew, nigga