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Singles


Artist: Murda Mook
Total songs: 2
Year:

Hustler Spirit Lyrics - Singles - Murda Mook

It aint not way in the world your like me 

believe that I was already a man by 19 

At age 16 I had my own apartment 

A riverside co opt but it had carpet 

I was living by myself so you know what that could do 

to a young nigga but I still made my way to school 

But didn't have a 9 to 5 

And you know the rules 

somehow I had to get food 

So I bust a move 

somebody I knew had weight 

I used to go to school and deal it to my white class mates 

I rocked for 2 years in that crib 

it was sweet 

until Fire Marshall came and knocked a nigga off his feet 

fuck it 

I spent two tears in the bucket 

Shout out to P.O.P 

I got a crib the next week 

Everything I get I deserve 

Survival in any meaning of the world you heard 

 

[Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder] 

 

I got a Hustler Spirit 

Survival Soul 

I got a Hustler spirit 

Survival Soul 

 

How you gonna try to say I cant get this cake 

You better get it straight dawg If you don't give I take 

And this aint being tough this in my face 

I aint no way your getting Steak off my dinner plate 

Ive been on the grind too long 

at times I wanted to move on but didn't 

They say when your soul speaks to you, you listen 

And you'll find exactly what your life's been missing 

So I paid attention 

and then I had a vision that I could be the biggest thing to be mention 

It seems like there's so many chefs in the kitchen 

and only one knows how to make the right dishes. 

it so sad 

but so true 

And this is my shoes 

Im only being Mook, what do you want me to do 

I cant live my life in regards to you 

And everyday to helped me get through, nigga 

 

[Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder] 

 

I got a Hustler Spirit 

Survival Soul 

I got a Hustler spirit 

Survival Soul 

 

I got a pride that I kill for, die for 

This is my fate dawg, I'm hoping you decide yours 

I got a bunch of niggas, they dont abide laws 

Cuz they don't give a fuck, they just supply wars 

And those my niggas, I rolled with those niggas 

Straight get money, fly stone, cold killas 

And you could never tell just by looking at them 

But they'll give a nigga shells just by looking at them 

And I heard you got some cars and such 

a couple broads to fuck 

A lil hard to cut 

But I don't see the big fuzz 

Cuz your not like us 

cuz when your under the spotlight 

the Spotlight bust 

me on the other hand 

Im just too much 

I'm so much the shit, 

the shit I take the shit don't flush 

Ask me will I hush 

no Its not likely 

And you could be many things but not like me 

NEVAA 

 

[Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder, 

Yall like soldiers but not like Murder] 

 

I got a Hustler Spirit 

Survival Soul 

I got a Hustler spirit 

Survival Soul 

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