Hustlin' In The Rain Lyrics

Mob Figaz

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Lyrics to Hustlin' In The Rain
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[A few niggas talikin' in the beginning of song] [The Jacka] These are cold days, for real Had to smack him in his face With the cold steel Outside late night In that stormy weather Like whatever How we [?] through the ghetto Wear a nigga through his leather Coke snatch the hottest show S.L.K. Nine eight forthin' you show me the stash Pump him in his chest Then I smash Damn near losing control But I maintain like a crow Behind the wheel with a murder case No mistakes In the brain Come follow me And see what I see muthafucka [Husalah] I gotta hustle in the rain So I stay focused with my eyes on the prize Niggas ain't livin' right One: I'm a ball till I die Armani stacks will beat the set When ya'll realize Your next step could be death Because it's do or die So who are you, who am I Do ya'll niggas really know Black on blacks crimes Blessed with my nine It's savage grind until I go Knock into yo dome [?] Callin' the shots Fallin' [?] spot to spot Hood's crawlin' with narcs Couple rocks is what I manage I'm investin' my chips in the game I chip [?????] to kicks and I flip Fuck the fame It's gettin' deep Niggas is out for my pain I put a depth on a nigga's weapon Choke his ass in the game All in the rain nigga [echoes] My niggas [?] know And I won't see him in the game [Chorus] x2 I used to go outside nigga hustle in the rain I try to pray to repent on my sins But the pain was so intense I didn't think it would help I'm still searching for the knowledge of self Snatchin' my check up off the shelf [Fed X] I've done a dozen [?] in five Now they can't stop me A Mob Figga Military tactics against this society One of the chosen five That lead immortal lives Snatchin' all the pot Breakin' every bone in the closet I'm bout to get the data The top secret information got me took I'm bendin' every law in the book I fled the scene with two nines in the air Sereal number scraped with no trace And known to race To get this pace Imported weapons Army fatigues and body [?] I'm resting For armageddon with the illuminati Tales of Demias Twentieth century [???] Third war Busted hinges and broken doors [Ridah] Interrogation and infantration on the five figaz And I'm a hustle in the rain until I die nigga [AP.9] I used to hustle all night long Puttin' in 24 hours Livin' my life wrong Stickin' to movin' and pushin' zones Flashin' that white chrome Flashin' lights on I'm postin' in the rain And fin to pay [?] a dopefiend's brain When I hit my niggas up They see that boy done went insane Then hit a lick for the cane Then skiped town on the money train When he get back Ain't gon' be no get back Sat back on the train like the mack Chokin' on the sack Cuz it gets stormy in this rainy season We ain't gone sign no treason Just find another reason to leave 'em bleedin' No breathin', body cold This must be the "El Niño" But I hear my cousins They was dumping up on me [?] With much impression Impression on this timber With the Smith and Wesson lesson Is what I'm givins a fuck the shit you dressin' He confessin' Trying to search some game but uhh I'm serving pain nigga In the rain figga You know I'm hustling [echoes out] [Chorus] x2 [Husalah] I used to hustle in the rain Holdin' it down Feel my pain See fake niggas pushing cakes nigga They'll never deal the game Peep the hostage situation The little nigga and the fo' fifth Junior facin' united and blood plotted Got it twisted I admit it Kind of liked it when I did it Now it's official Even though I knew they couldn't fuck wit it I'm a product of this shit I spit It's the life I'm livin' Take a look at the car I was given My mama's [?] gold chains Most of the time I called the dosia The ghetto child I'll always own Fear of the hope of being chosen But the world is my opponent We all want it If you never had it And get up on it then we fallin' And if I [?] out the game Then all my hoes will be hunted My goal's to see Figaz in the rain Gettin' blunted I'm hustlin' in the rain nigga [Chorus] x2 [talking over chorus] This ya'll nigga [?] At the time of this recording he's here But he ain't here no more Sometime that's how it go




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