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I Don't Want To Be A Hustler

Dave Hollister
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Yeah It's that sh... Yeah Didn't wanna be a hustler But I had no choice What Y'all don't know what that is That's that sh... Didn't wanna be a hustler But I had no choice Let me school y'all for a minute What I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had to feed my family Lord, watch his back, she did pray I'm sorry, mama, but now I'm paid Because of my surrounding I had no real choice in The way that I was going Not even knowing This was my destiny A ghetto prodigy Living in poverty Really changed my mentality Brought out the thug in me I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had to feed my family Lord, watch his back, she did pray I'm sorry, mama, but now I'm paid Before the crib and the 600 I was a shorty on the block running A little punk motherfucker just like you Pound mouth knucklehead who loved to fight too But I learned a real way of winning the game It's not clocking for another cat making the famous But coughing me a brick, staying on the low Hustled it myself, now I'm never gonna be broke I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had to feed my family Lord, watch his back, she did pray I'm sorry, mama, but now I'm paid This the best part right here All night and all day Had to get my paper Somebody out there know what I'm talking about Stacks, stacks and stacks of cash 'Til my pocket's fat All night and all day Had to get my paper Stacks, stacks and stacks of cash 'Til my pocket's fat Now if you got it like they want it and you know it Dave make 'em holla for that dollar Oh wee oh wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Gotta get my money y'all Put your hands in the sky, this is a stickup Put your hands in the sky, this is a stickup Didn't wanna be I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had no choice But I had to feed my family Lord, watch his back, she did pray I'm sorry, mama, but now I'm paid I didn't wanna be a hustler Didn't wanna hurt my mother I know she didn't raise me that way But I had no choice But I had to feed my family Lord, watch his back, she did pray I'm sorry, mama, but now I'm paid Oh wee oh wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Gotta get that dough wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Oh gotta get that dough wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Oh gotta get that dough wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Oh gotta get that dough wee oh Oh wee oh wee oh Oh gotta get that dough wee oh