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[Chorus - 2x]

All my niggas stay alive in this dirty game

Niggas working 9 to 5 in this dirty game

But all my niggas gone survive in this dirty game

Because we pack a 45 in this dirty game

[Z-Ro]

Everyday my mind is set on money making ways

Even kick in doors, I can't be broke in money making days

I can't get no job in a white man's world that's why I live so raw

I can't watch my children starve homeboy so watch me break the law

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]

Ramon noodles, t.v. dinners ain't no way to live

Rather be holding slab while grabbing grain rolling airport load for sive

In the streets of Houston Texas hustlers living in the cuts

On a mission chasing paper got no time for gold digging hoes get off my nuts

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]

I'm turning suicidal in my older age, this game'll freeze you to death

And eveyrday I face the coldest stage

Tell me does every nigga that's thugging got to struggle to bubble

And so I'm ready to laugh successfully you don't want no troule

Cause I'm living more rugged than rougher than the rockiest road

I'm paronoid for life, got to keep a glock in the load

Am I addicited to caine (watch that tooting line)

Could it be a nigga that's hard to locate is somebody you could find

Z-Ro, certified platinum on a million dollar paper chase

Pulling up next to the police and blowing this weed in they face

But they try to blow my high when I'm on this hyper toiliking weed

But I'm gonna slice skills with hands that'll make you vomet and bleed

Aunte be worrying about me so I'm trying to get her to smile

But I know she know I'm wanted dead or alive

Got to keep my mind on my money making maneuvers cause my hustle is strong

A lot of fools get lazy now they hustle is gone

But I'm a hustler for life

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro talking]

Nigga hell yeah, know what I'm saying

Bridgemont Texas baby coming straight at you

Motherfucking 199 motherfucking 7

For real we ain't even gone play with you nigga

We coming so motherfucking real

Bridge man hustlers on the corner selling cheese

Trying to stack g's, got to pay my motherfucking bills nigga

Can you understand me, I'ma forver be a hustling nigga

A hustler for real, I wouldn't even bullshit with you

I'm telling you for real niggas going down in this bitch

Bridgemore Entertainment, Afterlife Productions is coming down nigga

You can't feel us, you can't stop us fuck around and get, man hold up man

Man you fuck around and get mashed on for real we coming around this bitch

For self Bridgemont, we hustlers for life nigga, straight four for life nigga

Mo City, man hold up

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