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The Diary Of A Hustla
IP:
Beat: C.R.E.A.M
Day 1: Wakin up like a normal day for a hustla Get my gear on, cop my cash - and meet up wit a busta... He didnt have the cash, but wanted to cop a D off my stash So I thought fast, asked "you got sumfin I could cop?" Told me from the top - he had a tight chain-on But wouldnt hand it over, He didnt know i had a strap-on. Tried robbin me, I was strugglin, started shovin I stabbed him in the stomach, called him a "dumb-bitch" And shot him 2 times, then later slanged 2 nicks and 3 dimes Went home and slept wit an eye open... Day 2: I was still memberin the followin' day Cats still clip hollowin the same way They was startin to beef, cuz I bucked a guy on the street So I told my homie Jose, he was Kingin I thought back in the days my homie, was blingin Then looked at him now, a pale peurtorican junkie He wouldnt hesitate to snup me, from a dump of crack He was a phene, and I supplied him So I relied on him... He fixed my problem, I knew he'd solve-him... I slanged him a oz for a buck, he stuck then snupped me... 3 Weeks Later: They released me from the hospital. I walkd up to Jose, and pieced him, in front of whole-crew Walked away, checked the stash, man, nigga stole-too I was missin 10 rocks, my socks, and locks... Murder was in my mind, teeth began to grind And i went into a rage, *flips the page* *Thinks*: Workin at BK for minmum wage, got into hustlin Started gun touchin, now he tryin to rob me? Nuh uh, im bout to kill this sorry bitch - for a fee Walked up to his enemy, and made a deal - I wasnt gon kill fo free His life was the seal, he bout to feel the pain off a blood stain.... Put a mask-on, loaded the chamber, and put my strap-on Put my frankfurt in my pocket, walked up point blank In front of the Cicero and Kedzie Bank, and pulled Made sure I unloaded, his chest exploaded I sure showed-him, shout "Rey(king) Killa", and broke.. As I write I start choke on the marijuna smoke... I couldnt kill without bein sober... I didnt sleep 2 Months: Been a few since I wrote,every Deal I do its higher then a C-Note So im proud of that, bout lotta niggas wnna be see me lay flat So I hustled a Rock for a gat, and snubbed a baseball bat Started to clip-hug, and trip-thugs up in there own mess Stress - cuz i was the best hustla... Till Kings put S.O.S on me, cuz i droped Jose.. R.I.P, my homie They had the hit on my name, my fame was runnin' My sonnin' caught up to me, and looks like I owed the fee This time I cant run from the enemy, no friends were next-to-mee. Its strange how I was on the top of it all And I began to fall, now I lay in the boddom of the casket They looked for my stash-to-smash-it, then peddle it But it was deep in Jose's pocket, he kept it... My only friend I rolled on - Now, they potrol on And Exploaded on me, Made sure theyd' empty And im 10 feet - and im never comin out...
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