up an I'm missin' my folks free a soldier, Lord knows my pain burns deep I'mma ball if I can touch them streets [Repeat] [C-Murder] When I touch tha
of a 30-30 scope and I'm buckin him down 4 slugs hit e'm before he touchin' the ground I'm in love with my rounds, I be lovin the sound while I'm huggin
my niggas Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better Jim Star dillinger, that's under my Gucci sweater Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit Screamed on
check my style Inside your vein like a drug And I got niggas passed out on the floor They done overdosed on the thugs I done sold over 30 million records
' [x3] H-U-S-T-L-E-R, Hustla Up in Detroit, yeah we all hustlas Pushin' the product, connected by the narcotics Hella melodic when NATAS drop it, I got it 30
loose lead, believe I'm accurate Fat scope on a 30???6 Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with