Forever Hustlin

Ray Luv

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    I was a hustlin-ass nigga, straight lovin the game
    Always meant to be a playa, put the 'luv' in my name
    Surrounded by niggaz I was soakin it from
    That put the mouthpiece on my English that was broken and dumb
    Got me cooled in a swimming pool, in motion like a big old ocean
    Highways to a billion, trippin off my next million
    Rich like a Sicilian but chillin like a xxxxxx villain
    It's on, ready and willin for 94 to make a killin
    Flip a pint of that Hennessy cognac
    And a fat sack of that North Bay comeback
    Ain't this a bitch, I never thought that it would be like this
    Life of a hustler, the brights of the filthy rich
    A nigga's guilty quick if he starts rippin shit
    I ain't your dopeman, cassettes is all you copy with
    Slangin tapes and gettin bent, this is how we represent
    And if you're lookin counterfeit, fools might ask what set you're with
    But back up in the Bay they don't play off of what you wearin
    Niggas trip off silly shit, like hoes and other niggas starin
    Forever strugglin, too much to be jugglin
    Your boy's on the run g, forever hustlin

    "Just a playa with some g-a-m-e"

    It'll never quit, every day the same old shit
    The dreams of gettin rich and no one left to share it with
    Cause life is like a major bitch, livin on this razor, kid
    Blowin up was hella sick, even though what them pagers did
    Had to finally see the pen, wishin for some dank and gin
    Got the game twisted and got me up in missin prints
    But now I'm on the block again, think I'm sellin rocks again?
    Hell no, I'm slingin them lyrical intoxicants
    They try to make this game illegal
    Cause I rap strapped with a Desert Eagle
    Wanna play me out like Bugsy Sigel
    Another plan to see through rap, let all the pranksters rap
    And when the real niggaz rap, call the xxxx gangsta rap
    The xxxx is kinda sick to me, how did I get addicted g?
    Shouldn'ta touched the d, now it's all about my family
    Ball or die, nigga, is my m.o., I got my money on the razor
    Cause major labels wouldn't listen to my demo
    Stay away from shobs, pray to god it'll never stop
    Stayin on my toes till a young muthafucka pop
    Quit smokin week when a nigga quit strugglin
    But I'll never give the game up, forever hustlin

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    "Just a playa with some g-a-m-e"

    That girl is my 24 ho, what you don't know
    It's Candy, but better than blow
    It feels good in your hand like a pistol grip
    And have you jumpin all around like Chrystal Meth
    You feel dizzy as xxxxx like off the Hymen brew
    Got you geekin off the very first line or two
    Now you're sprung off the tongue, it'll never quit
    Got them young niggaz o.g.'in on this playa shit
    Now I'm back on the track, fool, I'm ready
    A joint full bomb, call me Big Eddie Spaghetti
    Cause I'm movin much weight to the one stops, it's all musical
    Costs you a ten pop to get the usual
    Game that starts with the letter G
    Had to stop freestylin cause these styles ain't free
    And that's real, sworn struggler, dank smuggler
    Entrepreneur, big ballin-ass hustler

    And the game don't stop, man
    Link Crew, nigga

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    Composición: Khayree y Ray Tyson

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