Master P
Hustlin’ (2000)
[Master P talking]
"One in a half,two in a half,three in a half
(four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)"

[Hook: singing]
Hustlin, hustlin
Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh
Hustlin,hustle
Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh

[Master P]
(Where them fiends at,I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me)
Now picture me a street n***a went from weed to guns
My cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds
Now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches
I'm just a lil' n***a tryin' to go from rags to riches
Cause in the ghetto n***as like to flip fo' & a half
The projects is home but the ghetto's my lab
N***as scream third ward n***a we ready to ride
N***as say fuck No Limit then we ready to die
N***a fo' fives & nines we hold them high
Lil' n***as whoop whoop hide them pies
Cause if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense
An if yo hustle ain't tight n***a you'll end up in the pen

[Chorus (2X)]
[Krazy]
What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk
Would they tell what goes on n***a after dark
Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted
Sixteen in a muthafuckin' casket the games drastic
Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high
Mixin' Hennessy & weed bitch it's do or die
When we ride to yo area
Tell yo family find where they can bury ya
My dawgs carry ah AK's & ski masks
If you got ki's then yo n***as better hind yo ass
We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block
No matter how many n***as get popped drugs'll never stop believe dat

[Chorus (2X)]

[C-Murder]
(check this out playa)
Now picture me a TRU n***a thugged out hustlin' hard
I hope you n***as understand I could never be soft
Cause mentally I'm capable of over comin' the worst
I'm havin' flashes picture me in ashes & dirt
On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past
I lost my brother to a muthafuckin' gun blast
I analyze every n***a watch his moves look in his eyes
Cause you can never tell
Predicted dead or in jail n***a
Now tell me what you see
Cause life's so hard for a Callio n***a like me ya dig
Cause I'm gonna hustle til' I'm gone
Hit the highway & play again it's on in the ghetto
[Chorus (2X)]

[Outro: C-Murder]
TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah
On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot
Whatshappn' own records representin' the millenium (yaheard)
For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what's up Ke'noe n***a
What's up to all my n***as out there (huh brah)
The Young Guns, CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic
Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy n***a
Suge what's up chillin' keep it real n***a