Тональность: A minor
Verse 1
Am
Bm
C
Am
F
G
Am
You don't
wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
Bm
C
Gettin' money,
we pray that we don't touch the
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face the day
when you forced to squeeze
See a nigga turn hustler,
Bm
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you must
When you lost the color of green,
Bm
schemes with the toast
C
Keep residential swampin'
Am
that you thugs don't boast
F
Knee deep in the game
G
and now you lovin' the coat
Am
Cuz it make you wanna stack a quarter,
let em be ghosts
Then get out the ghetto,
get out the slums
Bm
C
Get out the gutter, break out the metal
Break out the guns,
F
break out the butter
Makin' em stutter, masked up,
Am
What you call a robbery,
we call reachin' for dreams
Life's an illusion,
Bm
every day is never what it seems
Am
Searchin' for fame,
C
Am
just like a maze to get to the green
F
Center for real, like wheel of fortune,
Am
Buy low and sell high
like a Wall Street deal
Truth and the pain,
Bm
after these cats are usin' they brain
C
Bustin' for nothin',
Am
takin' this, strugglin' to gain
F
But then there's those who respect,
G
and the thug for this game
Am
That play by code to honor
when they're dealin' with
You don't wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
C
Gettin' money, we greater,
we don't touch the
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face a game
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustler,
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fans,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what my team is like the armada
Bm
comin' through like a fleet of ships
C
Guns with clips, it's a color line
Am
between the bloods and crips
F
G
Don't avoid the war zone
to save your private Ryan
Am
Peek around the walls
and your top get blown
It's alright if you afraid of dyin'
Bm
C
But you froze in the crucial moment
Am
When the peeps needed the ammo
F
to gun down the opponents
G
Am
Son got the slugs in his chest
while you sittin' on the stairs
Sheddin' tears,
actin' like you not knowin'
Bm
The enemies passed you,
C
knew you wouldn't bust your gun
Am
Standin' there lookin'
Am
Knowin' is your forty, took your man,
took the essence
When it should've been you
and the peace after restin'
C
Understand that's a deep lesson
Am
Can't be dealin' with these cats
F
in the game with flaws
G
Understandin' that they hand on,
Am
they smell like yours
Be the same ones you havin'
what you flossin' on toys
Bm
Be the main ones to send the goons
C
a -kickin' your doors
Am
So you watch who you havin',
F
you're a media circle
Am
those the ones that could hurt you
And in the end,
those the ones that could hurt you
Sometimes hustlers starve,
we pray that we don't touch y
Am
F
You don't wanna be no gangsta,
G
sometimes gangstas bleed
Am
And one day you face a game
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustla,
Bm
and a hustla turn thug
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' trust
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you must
If you got dreams to settle
Bm
down with a brick
C
Then you better get an entourage
Am
of metal and clips
F
Get you a trade aid of three pound
Am
It's better than a dog
and you ain't got to feed him shit
Don't trust no man,
Bm
never been to talk to a chick
C
Same bitch that set you up
Am
and had a shot in your whip
F
Don't get involved in nothing,
G
you can't even three ticks
Am
These streets ain't a playground,
so squeeze the hip
I'm in the cut like a rock side,
C
Am
Good fellas comin' in, we troublin'
F
You scared to let us come out,
Am
When we pullin' guns out,
you change your whole route
Know what germ be about,
C
spit the last fuckin' 8
Am
This set the record straight,
F
controlin' my destiny
G
I'm kinda scared of fate,
Am
if you cross the wrong path
You don't wanna be no hustler,
sometimes hustlers starve
Bm
C
Gettin' money,
Am
we pray that we don't touch you, y
F
You wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face a day
where you forced to squeeze
See a n***a turn hustler,
Bm
then a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' try
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
Dm
do it with your eyes
Am
sometimes hustlers starve
we pray that we don't touch you,
F
You don't wanna be no gangster,
G
sometimes gangsters bleed
Am
And one day you face the day
when you're forced to squeeze
See a nigga turn hustler,
see a hustler turn thug
C
A thug turn gangster
Am
when he bust his first slug
F
When shit hit the fan,
G
tell me who you gon' drop
Am
Just do what you gotta do,
do what you gotta do
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