That Dusty 3'rd World Road Lyrics
Heart and clock slows down... And the sand reverberates with a tremelous sound On a diet of water and thick air I inhale the heat and exhale my share Barometer's climbin' up their scales Heat shimmers and the horisont sails... I wouldn't know 'bout the governments policy But the waterhole-water looks like coffee! Time stopped'n'heart slowed Down that dusty 3'rd world road Down that dusty 3'rd world road Down that dusty 3'rd world road Down-down-down that dusty road Down-down-down that dusty road Down that dusty 3'rd world road A full 20 miles wide..

Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke

Pork rinds and a soda pop

I told a cop I'd beat it, lost

At 3 a.m., they told up "stop"

We got it real real, to the top

A G like 30 feet away from the county line

The weed flyin, the golden smilin

Wip it nice an then they sign

Man, fuck

How denyin' my damn luck,

This ain't no find if we get stuck I'm doin time

Don't get messy with the Prezzy

A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy

Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth

Back an forth we swerve and dip

Pumpkin pie

Bust a cop

I'll be damned, they took my crop

Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit about a hunid fi (105)

Miles per hour

In the country wit the pudin, good an chunky

40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money

Got to be that early bird

To grind an get what I deserve

Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it

Lord I need it fore the third

Serve anybody? Hell naw, got to be for sure

Standin on the standard curb

Days begin to bend an blurre

Tomorrow Lyrics
Will you be there beside me If the world falls apart And will all of our moments Remain in your heart Will you be there to guide me All the way through, I wonder will you Walk by my side, and follow my dreams And bear with my pride, as strong as it seems Will you be there tomorrow Will you be there beside me As time goes on by And be there to hold me Whenever I cry Will you be there to guide me All the way through, I wonder will you Walk by my side, and follow my dreams...0

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Homegrown bacon

Yeah, I'm havin the wage

Tendency of a 50 hit, when its about gettin payed

Came along with a ragin theif hidin under the shade

An momma won't quit buggin me about my heathenish ways

Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer

Gotta be a Man on these rolls, overcomin my fears

Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob

Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah! (hustla)



Chorus:

If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)

If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)



Aint no tenth, 35%

Dent in my hub caps, sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till I cuts that



Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo

Dough is what Im reachin fo

Money low, need some mo

Hustlin these streets alone



Now everyday I work, 75

A&R tellin me lies

That's Me Lyrics
[C-Murder Talking] That's(Fol')Me. That's Me. Ya Dig? That's Me nigga. Check it out. [Chorus] You know that nigga that be strutin' like a thug (That's Me) That nigga mean muggin' in them club (That's Me) You know that nigga, that just don't give a fuck (That's Me) And if you playin' wit that boy you betta duck (That's Me) [Hook] Cause you don't wanna go to war wit me (war wit me) I bring my dawgs wit me (dawgs wit me) All my niggas they gon' fall wit me (fall wit me) I'm from that CP3 [C-Murder] It's the 2G plus, and I'ma get my shine on

Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla die

Now peep the otha side, ova them hills

Rich dude that own them mills

Tha candy sto is open for sale

These junkies gone smoke it to death

Money, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles, gold grills

no scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill

wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still

lay it on the fish scales

I'm assed out in the back seat of the Pont-i-ac

Got a cup full of Con-i-ac

Quarter out of hunny sacks

Tell me get my money back

Still broke, feel like I ain't got shit to live fo

So much to kill fo

C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin round wishin

But my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmition

Get my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zone

Bundle that bubble, lets make it split

We buy: peices, ounces, keys, weed, Xs, Zs

nigga, please, anything you ask fo, we got what you need

To these college degrees we applyin to streets, cause I'm a (hustla)



Chorus:

If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)
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Ready, Willing & Able Lyrics
I just can't get enough (i just can't get enough) I just can't get enough (i just can't get enough) I just can't get enough (i just can't get enough) I just can't get enough Tell me, who is this? There's somebody that i see I got to, get to know you You know i want you for me You're so beautiful Wanna know inside Mysteries, killin me I can no longer lie. Let me tell you i'm ready, (i'm ready) Ready for love (ready for love) Willing and able I can't get enough (i just can't get enough) I'm ready, i'm willing and able I'm ready For

br /> And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)

If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla)

And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what I deserve (hustla)



[spoken]

Hustla. Carry many meanings..

Whether you a crook in them books

whether you usin your mind or usin a 9

bootleg alcohol, or runnin the ball

you must get it in. You was born a hustla

an you a die a hustla. Prophit, hit 'em wit it

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I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera

For life in a ballance, of it

Lyin an shinin a beddy ro

I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean)

If I don't crush it then Imma bust the 9

I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, its over y'all

Wit all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time

Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog

My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw

Dont go trickin 'em all, Imma have you bust for all my yiggas

Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all, aww!

What? What? What? Aw! Aww!