Had To Be A Hustler - Lil' 1/2 Dead

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 jack

I was a youngster, packing a 4−5

Bailing on the 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 bass

Give you a taste of this gangsta shit

I got the cavvy tracks and my rhyms are on hit

And like some weed it will rush ya

Cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler

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

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

Now the year is 1989

I’m on the cavvy spot and I’m doing fine

I got riches, I got bitches

I got a candy green 4 with 16 switches

On some triple gold was

Every single day straight swerving, sippin' 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 gots 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, tryin' to fight

One another but we still had love

And rest in peace to my niggas up above

Because uh

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

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

It’s a cold thing 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 cavvy down my shoulder

And I got some niggas down with me

See every single day we sell a pound you see

Or that bomb ass doja mack

So come on my block and get a fat sack

We got the shit that’ll fuck you up

So don’t take it to the head or you might get stung

So grab a partner and spark the bomb

Cause it’ll have you like tweaking from dusk 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

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

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

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

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