Hustle Gang – Trenches Reloaded lyrics

Same Nut from over there
Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a nigga early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

I come from nothing, thugga thugga
You know I stayed in some trouble
Thief in the night with some duct tape
Loaded rifle and a shovel
I survived that jungle
Poor as hell, it wasn't luck
When you starving you kill for a dollar
Jail or hell for a buck
Nigga came to wet
So I ain't taking no losses
Let it slide you a target
Got my game from some bosses
Everything sell itself
You just can't be scared to get out there
You got it hard while you broke
Go ahead and get out there
Pay attention mind your business
Don't be fucking with them niggas
Do your dirt all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never take from who don't have

Same Nut from over there
Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a nigga early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

Came from nothing, started 80 something
Really had to get it out the bottom tho
Please believe a nigga had dreams
Stay trapping like there no tomorrow tho
Remember times got so bad had to borrow dough
Flip me a pack, get a quarter eye
First time I witnessed a homicide
To tell you the truth, I was horrified
Every week another altercation, niggas runnin' ain't lettin' nuttin' slide
Home invasion get hog tied
Just fo shinin' too hard if look sweet
Gamblin' house in to the wee hour
50 grand on the good weed
Remember doe was a good day, run the bag up on a good jay
On the spoons and them cook ye
Broke it down, it was all bait
We trapping money, gotta watch a smoker
He need another he just holla for it
Gotta a problem, same set ride for it
Long live the Don, dat way
I remember nigga Nut can't even lie, but when I hear a voice think can see his face

Same Nut from over there
Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a nigga early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches

Every dog got his day
You gotta stay down and get yours
The hustle be in you not on you
Way down in your pores
Lawyers fees be a bih
Twelve crackaz be your peers
A broke nigga get fried
Got some bread a couple years
Manslaughter was the case
See one day, the fast way
Told on her shorty rolled yeah
Ran for that boy to his last day
Ain't nobody givin' nuttin' to ya
Grind hard or you starve, nigga
I be punching 13
You just start stealing cars, nigga
You either trapping or your rob nigga
Country boys in the cars nigga
It's just what we had going on
Stayin' alive was a job job, nigga
Every dream would get large, nigga
Every scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
You don't gotta take something down
Ask your plug how he got up

Same Nut from over there
Can't fuck with it it's a dirty game
I was right there when them folks did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes on another one
Heart left a nigga early
I had to grow in these trenches
Labels scared of my demeanor
They say all I show is the trenches
Mind your business get your paper
Keep low in these trenches
Keep it on you go for nothing
What I know from these trenches