Dauphine
Lewis told me something,
Double
O
The worst thing he ever did
was smoke a rock
But I don't wanna fuck with
that shit now
Cause I be higher than the cost of life,
nigga
That's all good, baby
Life ain't nothing but a game
So far I been to ghetto prison
Pimp player in the hustla,
trust no bustla
Straggly struggla, drug smuggla
Keep his shit up on the
DL
Cause all a nigga wanna
do is stack some mail
Hit a lick and bail, if I slip I fail
I stay mad at the world bitch,
can't you tell?
Mean muggin',
really don't wanna be thuggin'
This world ain't got no lovin' though
I ain't got none either
Misdemeanor crime, niggas be doin' time
In the county got my face
posted for the bounty
Fuck the world, it's trying to kill me, yeah,
it ain't scared
But when them motherfuckers
catch me, I'll be rolling fast
My eyes are bloodshot red, I smoke weed,
yes indeed, it keeps me going
A hookah's what I show them,
they label me a thug
And every day I show no love up in this game
I stand, spot myself, fuck the fame
Every day I'm hustling,
every night I'm hustling
Feeling to these cluckers,
this world ain't got no loving
You gon' have to feel me,
either that'll kill me
I'm bad at the world cause I'm rude,
but I'm hustling
Everything I'm hustlin',
every night I'm hustlin'
Give it to these cluckers,
this one ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
neither that'll kill me
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
but I'm hustlin'
I'm stackin' mail like the mailman,
can't you see me rollin' in my dropper
At the record shopper,
fuck the crooked copper
Double
O, motherfuckin' seven
The loud street dweller,
the loud street killer
Never drinkin'
Miller, wiser,
make me wiser when you try to approach
Smokin' hella weed,
guaranteed to make you choke
Down with
Red
Dog, driving hogs, bitch,
I thought you knew about that
My crew be hella fat,
fuckin' with the men, don't sex,
Super
Smoked
Dot,
Super
Lopedot, creepin' through your
neighborhood, nigga
On my ride, cause the flavor's good,
Longstreet
Food, don't forget it
Cause niggas in my hood makin' that grip,
we gots to straight em up, get with it
It ain't no room for no plunk,
so get your ass on
I thought you knew up in my
hood, we gets that blast on
It ain't no slippin' when you trippin'
and smokin' up on that dip
And when you're movin' slow,
them niggas spendin' up they money
Clip up on your ass,
cause it seem that you a freak
But in my hood,
we duck them lies and make that money and keep our hands clean
I got a warrant,
but they can't find me
Sweatin' like a motherfucker,
blowin' up the stick with the lies right behind me
Niggas can't catch the dick, oh,
motherfuckin' shit
You're about to make it in this town,
you
Every day I'm hustlin',
every night I'm hustlin'
Feelin' to these cluckers,
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
but I'm hustlin'
Every day I'm hustlin',
every night I'm hustlin'
Listen to these cluckers,
this world ain't got no lovin'
You gon' have to feel me,
either that or kill me
I'm mad at the world cause I'm broke,
but I'm hustlin'
Niggas
Runnin' about that dope house,
blastin'
The niggas was tryin' to kill me, but I'm
OZ, I had him unaskin'
Fuckin', hit they cuts for some action
The gang show me love
and let me back in
Bought a
Glock and set up shop
and started to stack it
Behind the tree I kept a
Mac -10
But the cocks suckin' loud when
they came harassin'
Tryin' to keep a nigga down
to his last end
I don't end for the spill I'm makin'
These so -called killers
fakin' taxin'
Stretched out when I pulled
his fuckin' tech out
Now back in my hood
it ain't shit to come up
On a
G -Ride fast and put a foot in
a nigga's ass
Spend every single dime
on 56 grams
And watch the cookie man
pop up and flip a gram
Shit, and watch this two
-street hustler straight
Get his game on, the slang rising
Pack a
Glock, on another buster's block
Say your drama for
your motherfuckin' mama
I'ma push away from here to the
Bahamas
And live like a hustler
Every night I'm hustlin',
get into this club
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
Either that or kill me, I'm
mad at the world
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
every day I'm hustlin'
Every night I'm hustlin',
get into this club
Cause this world ain't got no lovin',
you gon' have to feel me
Even that'll kill me,
I'm mad at the world
Cause I'm broke but I'm hustlin',
fool
You
5th Ward Boyz 
