2Pac - Imma Die Hustla (2013) | Текст песни

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• Imma Die Hustla (2013)

For real, Yeah

[Chorus]

How ya gonna die?

When ya die, ...

I'mma die a hustla

I'mma die makin money

(repeat)

I'mma die a hustla

I'm smokin weed and ...

My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this ...

She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty

I'm like "Whatever"

As I'm sippin on the forty

Uhh, Yeah

I got my mind on the come up

Cause I'm a G

36 ounces to a key

I need to be,

On the road with my niggaz from the hood

Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good"

I often wonder should I stay in the game

Cause I got too many enemies takin aim

I learned that niggaz that beef

Be tryin to kill niggaz

So if you see me hangin

I'm hangin with real niggaz

And I'll be bustin at ... and ...

Tryin to get the ? out

Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out
...

I can't complain cause that's the life I chose
... I'ma be a hustler til my casket close

And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast"

The street life don't last

Look at your homie's that past

And even though deep inside

I know they talkin true ...

I still wanna do ...
... I'mma die a hustla

[Chorus]

Ain't got no time for ... with hoes

They gotta wait

Cause a ... gotta get his money straight

Cause niggaz be actin shady

When it come to green

Don't be ... with my money

If you come then come clean

You fools better wise up

I'm like ?

Cause I'ma to the ...

Ask questions later

If I'ma die ...

I'm not dyin alone

I'll be until my bullets gone

And only real niggaz, can feel my pain

I once thought I was crazy

But now I know I'm insane

Smokin out

I'm the king of the base point

Me and my niggaz rollin up a fat laced joint

Tryin to survive

I need paper to fold

Every other day I'm violatin parole

Am I going back to jail?

I'll be damned if I will

I ain't shootin to stop a ...

I'm shootin to kill

I lived my whole entire life in the fast lane

That's why I'm burned out

Never thought the streets would have a niggaz soul turned out

I'ma get me, no matter how I get it

And tell the police that Blac Haze did it

I'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 ... with my nine

When I low my ... you better stand clear

And call the coroner cause there's a dead man here

See, I be watchin the niggaz who wanna be large

Or maybe bigger

I catch a hot one and get to pullin on the trigger

That's why I'm packin five

When I'm packin key's

So many homies, that turned into my enemies

So don't be fakin this ...

Like if you gonna blast

Cause when I turn out the lights

You all outta gas

They got me caught up in the drama of the inner city

Who can a ... trust?

Everybody's actin ...

I don't know where to turn

So I'ma chill back

And I'ma tighten my grip when I feel slacked

I don't want no small change

I want a big caper

I'm runnin with the big boys

Makin big papers

Cause when I roll I'll be rollin with a dirty clip

Dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick

And we be layin playa haters down

Like the law

You said you want it

We serve it raw

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