JUICE - Sick Of Hustlin' lyrics

(feat. Veit Marvos)

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

[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

[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]