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Hustlin In The Rain

Mob Figaz

Letra

    [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 black crimes
    Blessed with my nine
    It's savage grind until I go
    Knock into yo dome split
    Callin' the shots
    Fallin' yay 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 adapted to this environment
    Now they can't stop me
    A Mob Figga
    Military tactics menace to society
    One of the chosen five
    That lead immortal lives
    Snatchin' all the product
    Breakin' every bone in the closet
    I'm out 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 vests
    I'm restin', for armageddon, with the illuminati
    Tales of Demias, Twentieth century, raised right
    It's third war!
    Busted hinges and broken doors
    Interrogation and infiltration 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
    Pullin' 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 caine
    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
    Cause 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]

    [Ridah:]
    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 with 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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