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letra de fof - hustle gang

[chorus?]
i hustle all night, getting no sleep
[?]
i don’t do half, need the whole thing
two sellphones, and they both ring
i don’t know who’s friend or foe
could the lord tell me who’s friend or foe?
i don’t really know who’s friend or foe
could the lord tell me who’s friend or foe?

[verse 1?]
i’m on the block with the hammer tucked
i am from the streets, i don’t give a f-ck
[?] n-ggas folding up
a n-gga think he bad, five goons shoot his ass
blood’s leaking through the body bag
man i grew up with the kings and k!llers
and everybody in my hood was a drug dealer
and anybody catch a body, this the streets, n-gga
you either shooting hoops, or you shooting guns
and you gotta hustle, just to make it out the struggle
and guess what, you still gotta hustle
stay on, from the bottom to the top
same song, it’s back and forth like it’s ping pong
[?] n-gga f-ck a 360 deal
unless that advance is like 20 mill
[chorus?]
i hustle all night, getting no sleep
[?]
i don’t do half, need the whole thing
two sellphones, and they both ring
i don’t know who’s friend or foe
could the lord tell me who’s friend or foe?
i don’t really know who’s friend or foe
could the lord tell me who’s friend or foe?

[verse 2?]
friend or foe, fake n-ggas tryna show me love
when i was young, all i knew was guns and drugs
you was banging, you was screaming, you was crip and blood
and everybody was a f-cking thug
selling crack, had to stash in my sister’s pampers
i wasn’t thinking about no mc hammer
shots 5, make you slide like you mc hammer
couple years later, found myself up in the slammer
i hit [?] with the country grammar
a couple years later, i find myself up in atlanta
now i’m moving stacks, haters wanna move me back
i tell these n-ggas what’s the bill, i got a hundred racks
and i’m coming for the crown, n-gga
new york city’s my town, n-gga
tell these n-ggas i’m a hustler
a cocaine smuggler
[bridge?]
[?] friend or foe
[?]
i hustle all night
i don’t get no sleep
everytime i’m in the booth, my phone ring
yeah h-llo

[verse 3: scotty atl]
what’s up, this scotty
yeah you called me or something
i’m just returning your call, i hoping you calling bout mula
they know me, i’m ice cold, my kaskit should be a cooler
if i was white, i’d be faris buler
[?]
[?]
knees bent, tell them i’m sh-ttin on the game
i’m coming for the money and the fame that they oh me
smoking [?] feeling like kobi
i know it’s a metophor, surley the best to start
what was you guessing for?
i’m bout to run this b-tch, if you wanna get technical
f-ck ’em if they don’t feel that
[?]
i know the struggle cause i’m in it
time is money and i count minutes
it’s hard to tell who friend from foe now
[?]
[?]

- hustle gang

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