Hustlin’ All I Can Do Z-Ro (Ft. Mr. 3-2 & Point Blank)

[Mr. 3-2]
May life be a trip I never knew, things could ever get bad
As I got no love my 17 shot Glock, with extra clips
That's it, I'm going all out and if I die then remember me
Cause in these last days, I'm feeling like I'ma hit the Penitentiary
For real, trying to deal with this every day struggle
You got to get up, up off your rump baby and hustle
I tussle, work my muscle and boss hog
Take what's mine, and still screaming fuck y'all
If I can't ball, they better lock me up
Shackled down hand cuffed, on sight I'ma bust
What's up where your nuts, I get rushed to the head
Thug for life, motherfucker till I'm dead
Mr. 3-2, boss of all bosses
And I ain't, tolerating no losses
And no excuses, cause this world is so shife
Street Game forever, and it's like that for life nigga

[Hook]
Will I ever, see the stage again
Radio D.J.s, gon respect my rhythm
Feeling like I'm finna, hit the Penn again
What will I do, for food
Living in the ghetto, turning boys to men
Crooked cops and killers, interrupt my mission
Tell me will I ever, pimp my pen again
Hustling, is all I can do