Had To Be A Hustler

Lil 1/2 Dead

[Verse 1] 
Growing up in my hood 
it was really on like that 
I had to put it down to had to do me a jab 
to give me a sack 
so I can come up 
on the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up 
I was, really puttin' it down like that 
and dressed in all black straight down for the jab 
I was a youngster, packing a 4-5 
better known they looney ass eastside (right) 
I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta 
never ever coulda be a pranksta 
pushing niggas in their face 
puttin' punk bitches in their place 
now feel the base 
give you a taste of this gangsta shit 
I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit 
and like some weed it will brush ya 
cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler 

[Chorus x2] 
You had to be a hustler 
cause if you was a buster 
you know we wouldn't trust ya 

you had to be a hustler 
cause if you was a buster 
you know we wouldn't trust ya 

[Verse 2] 
now the year is 1989 
I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine 
I got ritches, I got bitches 
I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches 
on some triple gold was 
every single day straight swerving 
zippin' on a cold one 
on my way to the weedspot 
I got my glock in the stashpot 
cause the cops are kinda hot 
and now I got me a sack 
and now I'm heading back to the street 
where the fucking money at 
it's the block where I slang 
and all the G niggas hang 
and the young niggas bang 
puttin' it down every single night 
getting there drunk showin' off try to fight 
one and other but we still had love 
and rest in peace to my niggas up above 
because uh 

[Chorus x2] 

[Verse 3] 
it's a cold thang when you got no game 
see every smoker on the block know my name 
I was a youngster with boulders for your shoulders 
and still slanging cavi and ?muchoda? 
and I got some niggas down with me 
see every single day we sell a pound you see 
or that bomb ass dote mack 
so come to my block and get a fat sack 
we got that shit that I fuck you up 
so don't take it to the head or you might get stuck 
so grap a partner and spot the bomb 
cause it will have you like tweakie from dust to dawn 
I tell the truth and I never lie 
cause I promise I smoke chronic till the day I die 
and a new face on the block 
we couldn't trust ya 
cause you might be a busta 

[Chorus x4]