Keep on Hustlin' (feat. Young Jeezy, Bun B, Nate Dogg)

Keep on hustlin'

Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine

If I lose my grip on the game

No more bud, no more cash, no more dames

Keep on hustlin'

Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine

If I lose my grip on the game

No more bud, no more cash, no more dames

(No, no more hoes)

I'm realizing my struggle for what it is and taken

And what belong to me and my responsibility

Keep my enemies close 'cause they the ones that get me

In a minute they'll be trying to pump a gauge in me

Leave the other "G" committee

Funkadelic better tell it to the fellas, I ain't the one to be played with

If you think you gone be testing you sure in for a lesson

That's forever session I'm blessing to be the don

By the time you get the message outta this one I'll be dipping

Dipping the streets of LBC

It's been a long time stepping up to the plate now

I'm new and improved plus I drive a new bent now

My family straight, plus my homies in the game now

Living it straight, Long Beach the pen state

Bounce, rock, roller-skate

(Them niggas know they can't fuck with Warren G and Nate)

Keep on hustlin'

Can't stop gotta claim what's mine (what's mine, nigga)

If I (yeah), lose my grip on the game (what's happenin', nigga? LBC)

No more bud, no more cash, no more dames (all ready, nigga)

(No, no more hoes)

(Yeah, let's go)

Rest in peace Nate Dogg, I'll meet you at the gate (yeah)

Pac was alive, life still'll be great (yeah)

District attorney, go ahead and free Lil Boosie (Boosie)

B.I.G was alive, everybody need some juicy (right)

Tell me the difference between Suge and Puff

While you at it, tell me the difference between weed and dust

My hustle don't stop it's around the clock

My paranoia don't stop, hands around the Glock (that's right)

Some of the shit I say, man, a nigga might kill me (kill me)

It's all good long as you motherfuckers feel me

What the fuck is going on? Niggas acting like I owe them (owe em')

Think I can't do it by myself, but I'ma show em' (yeah)

Went from Air Force 1's to white Dolce Gabbanas

Nigga ain't shit changed, I'm still keeping them llamas

Yeah, I used to cop them white ass bricks when they was high (high)

GS400 Lexus when they was fly (yeah)

It don't stop, nigga

Keep on hustlin' (it don't stop, nigga)

Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine

If I lose my grip on the game

No more bud, no more cash, no more dames

(They don't know I hear it, nigga)

(No, no more hoes)

Welcome to the ghetto (to the ghetto) just like my home boy Chico

Where everyday the block is on lock like Steve Biko

Everyday brothers getting hit up with the R.I.C.O

I see CE from PAT to CPT

You know they can't stand to see me "G"

Getting my hustle on in these streets

Makiing my ends meet (meet)

So they hate on me behind my back

Hoping that one time flash lights behind my lac

They say it's no pain, no gain (gain) well, guess what then? (Then)

I'm hurting bad as hell, but it ain't for nothing ('thin)

Once I climb up out of this whole I been stuck in

The doors they kept me out they gon' let me the fuck in (in)

I didn't come this far for me to quit now (now)

So I'ma make sure I get all I can get now (now)

'Cause tomorrow might be my last

That's why I'm stacking everything I can before I pass

I gotta

Keep on hustlin'

Can't stop, gotta claim what's mine

If I lose my grip on the game

No more bud, no more cash, no more dames

(No, no more hoes)