Sick Of Hustlin Lyrics - Singles - Juice

Ohh, JU-ICE, got my nigga Heron in the house with 

me tonight. Conglom in this bitch, wattup Marvo 

Whole crew in this motherfucker, for real. Malik 

when is you gonna holla at yo boy man? I told you 

niggaz what the truth was 

[Juice] 

I visualize a time when we can stop hustlin 

A dozen cops while we on the blocks rock smugglin 

And these little gray stones is so addictive 

Niggaz even paid with they homes, is some sick shit 

But in the hood, you either known them or you bail them out of county 

Shit, you either own them, or you sell them for a bounty 

Some even do both 

Or crook it up too, shit all three like Kukoc 

All this income, and still the block starvin 

No monopoly, it's upscale gardens, not Marvin 

The hood's real loaded up, my clip slaughter jerks 

No boards to walk, you lucky if the water works 

As I move on, I start to see the law love it 

The hood's broken and I'm partially the cause of it 

Very few get to start in this game 

It's like the trey payin for profit, it's hard to explain 

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[Chorus] 

I sold a lot of pounds, in and out of town 

A nigga gotta clown. *I'm sick of hustlin* 

I moved a lotta weight, through a lot of states 

I could die today. *I'm sick of hustlin* 

I moved a lotta bricks, screwed a lotta chicks 

Viewed a lotta whips. *I'm sick of hustlin* 

I break a lotta rules, I shake a lotta fools 

I paid a lotta dues. *I'm sick of hustlin* 

[Marvo] 

I'm sick of hustlin, I had enough enough of this 

Stuffin the bricks, the cops, they try to cuff me quick 

And throw your face in the mud, why is you fuckers sick 

Before I go to jail, homie I'ma up the fifth 

It's so unfortunate, my actions brough me up to this 

Just know there's other people like me and they stuck in this 

State of mind, the blind meetin the blind 

Everybody get they information from the grapevine 

We could make it but niggaz just hate tryin 

I own the cops, I'm 'bout to witness a hate crime 

They make time, according to what the jakes find 

Hustlin is like, squeezing grapes tryin to make wine 

I'm tryin to bake a whole lotta bread and break mine 

I'm on the block, cops come, it's hit the gate time 

Hop in the truck, and we hit the interstate flyin 

I try to stop but the hustler in me ain't dyin 

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[Chorus] 

[Juice] 

And Ma$e even said he bought a drop to tour on 

But Ma$e ain't even go, that's a oxy moron 

Bullets penetrate the chest of the innocent 

Half the brock runners, only strip they ever get is in 

My nigga Heron, he goes to fight in Iraq 

He get right back and have to fight blacks 

So you could go elsewhere, come back, no healthcare 

Wife on wellfare, they tell you to put yourself there 

So we slang 'caine, gangbang, remain sane 

If it's even possible, a nigga gotta maintain 

We put little bags of rocks in the hands of children 

And conceal them while they're standing by abandon buildings 

The richer we get, the broker the hood 

Tyson is broke but Oprah is good 

Touching the fo-fo, clutching it so so tight 

I don't wanna have to hustle no more, right 

[Chorus]