[Verse 1] Growing up in my hood it was really on like that I had to put it down to had to do me a jab to give me a sack so I can come up on the block serving rocks from sun down to sun up I was, really puttin' it down like that and dressed in all black straight down for the jab I was a youngster, packing a 4-5 better known they looney ass eastside (right) I had my chore, so I played the part of a gangsta never ever coulda be a pranksta pushing niggas in their face puttin' punk bitches in their place now feel the base give you a taste of this gangsta shit I got the cavi tracks and my rims are on hit and like some weed it will brush ya cause hanging on my block, you had to be a hustler [Chorus x2] You had to be a hustler cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn't trust ya you had to be a hustler cause if you was a buster you know we wouldn't trust ya [Verse 2] now the year is 1989 I'm in the cavi spot and I'm doing fine I got ritches, I got bitches I got a caddy green 4 with 16 switches on some triple gold was every single day straight swerving zippin' on a cold one on my way to the weedspot I got my glock in the stashpot cause the cops