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Chorus: I hussle from, night to mornin, Dawn to dusk, kidnap and robberies, Like, you goin wit us I held round table meetins So we can go on and discuss Not only money, but all the emotions, Going through us. Why we don't cry when niggas die? That's how the streets raised em, look in the air, say a Prayer, hopin God forgave em, cop liquor, twist it, tap it Twice pour us in the pavement, we live dangerous, often Findin our self in the eyes a strangers My dream is big, in it, my team is rich As seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit Back to live action I'm packin, I'm still in the mix Like new hits I think I'm going over ya head a lil bit But I let you know why I change things while I roll through town Stay free and be and who I'm professionally known as now Jay muthafuckin Z, And what that said, back in Shawn Carter tha hussla, Jay-Z is dead. And uh Chorus My efactuation wit autos that the auto getting sprayed Houses getting broken in courters getting trade Bricks getting chop, mom's pots getting used One thrown in nat water tryda soda it in two Expensive shoes worn Louie VeTon seats roof gone Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon I gotta do Shawn cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm, Iwas getting my loot on Nigga I'm too strong eat to da food's gone they placed me on this earth The twin brother, Rich Porter, separated at birth I got the soul of a hussla, quiet noise like a muff-ala Fuck wit us, walk through the ghetto see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up wit us Ain't enough fucks for us to split in this shit Plus they aint nobody lovin us, and what that said, Back to Shawn Carter the hussla, Jay-Z is dead And uh Chorus See my life is like a see saw And until I move, this weight is gonna keep me to the floor Travel wit me through my deep thoughts Ya can't learn Jigga be da shit yall be reading in the source It's deeper because.. part of the life of this wreck less minor, At sixteen in tha 600, unlicensed driva, playin, cops and robbas Like shots can't stop us flippin na bird to da choppas (but they copt us) But you heard me on na terms wreck less and been in Well now I'm standin on this pedal, hand on my medal minus on this Tommy tryna get me, lord help me, all I wanted to be was wealthy Or, somebody to tell me that they felt me I tried to play the hand ya dealt me, but you gave me five funnies, and shit, I was hungry, I needed manauze money nuntin less than a 5-20 And what that says, back to Shawn Carter tha hussla, Jay-Z is Chorus till fade