for real yeah how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money i ma die a hustla i m smokin weed and shit my baby mama keep sayin she don t need this shit she said i ain t doin nothin for my shorty i m like whatever as i m sippin on a forty uh 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 niggas 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 niggas that beef be tryin to kill niggas so if you see me hangin i m hangin with real niggas and i ll be bustin at bitches and shit tryin to get the heck out swervin at my ride bout to wreck out damn i can t complain cause that s the life i chose nigga i ma be a hustler til my casket close and everybody s tellin me you movin too fast the street life don t last look at your homies that passed and even though deep inside i know they talkin true shit i still wanna do shit nigga i ma die a hustla  for real yeah how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money how ya gonna die when ya die nigga ain t got no time for fuckin with hoes they gotta wait cause a nigga gotta get his money straight cause niggas be actin shady when it come to green don t be fuckin with my money if you come then come clean you fools better wise up i m like what s displayed cause i ma 2 gunshots shoot a nigga ask questions later if i ma die nigga i m not dyin alone i ll be machine gun until my bullets gone and only real niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga s soul turned out i ma get me no matter how i get it and tell the police that blac haze did it i ma die a hustla for real yeah how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money how ya gonna die when ya die nigga could it be the street life or am i really losin my mind i get the trippin nigga with my nine when i low my shit you better stand clear and call the coroner cause there s a dead man here see i be watchin the niggas 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 shit 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 nigga trust everybody s actin shitty 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 nigga i ma die a hustla for real yeah how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla i ma die makin money how ya gonna die when ya die nigga i ma die a hustla ooh tell me do you know do you know do you know2