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Ghetto Sunday, Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: H&D
Length: 3:45
Written by: Terrell Annunziata




H&D - Ghetto Sunday, Pt. 2 Lyrics




Uh Huh
Thats right
We gone hustle
Noa Da God
Shot With Ant
Yeah
We gone hustle
Till its no more left
Let it run
Uh huh

Now the only reason I hustle Is so you don't have to struggle
So you don't have to walk the black top with white muscle
Strength that we survive by exchange knuckles
When niggas go to ball cause jealousy code a couple
Cats that I recycle conversations with basic shit
Knowledge could replace the pick of the choices
Niggas chose in life I tried to give you wit
And guide you with advice but niggas look at you strange
With suspicion if it was done right now in fact
I was trying to play the good Samaritan but I rather
Be this nigga where you never hear from him
Though able to see the differences in yo atmosphere and
Why you proceed off my proceed but too much proceed
Lead niggas to greed so you gotta take away the seed and the pro
Of the plant in the hood where they grow lego we can
Build similar to every face that I know similar I'm ya f*cking
Hood minister ghetto Sunday nigga

Uh huh
Lets keep it going
We gone hustle
Thats right
Im just a mouth piece you feel me
Lets hustle
Uh huh
Aight

Sine they don't show respect I put the dis part in front
Of it cause every body want to cum but unable to f*ck with
The vision that ties with the reasons why we rise
With an outlook thats deemed dead still help
A nigga comply emotionally physically mentally sympathy
I don't have in the pantry of my conscious vividly
I see what niggas ain't blind too where they try times two
Where its healthy to f*cking remind you you ain't suppose
To be here beware of the phony thats real prepared leave
Here with the crumbs of my succession through every progression
Garnered the opportunity my soul to keep its a blesson
With every acception to the many folks that crossed my path
In all black ironically they handed me luck with that I don't
Utilize who am I a surprise till my momma let me live through
My little brother eyes forever I'm a hustle till my body deep fry
For the chicken I'm addicted don't follow my bar this gone
Lead to yo prison just here what I envision with good intensions
Just thought I should remind you this is f*cking ghetto wisdom nigga
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Uh Huh
Thats right
We gone hustle
Noa Da God
Shot With Ant
Yeah
We gone hustle
Till its no more left
Let it run
Uh huh

Now the only reason I hustle Is so you don't have to struggle
So you don't have to walk the black top with white muscle
Strength that we survive by exchange knuckles
When niggas go to ball cause jealousy code a couple
Cats that I recycle conversations with basic shit
Knowledge could replace the pick of the choices
Niggas chose in life I tried to give you wit
And guide you with advice but niggas look at you strange
With suspicion if it was done right now in fact
I was trying to play the good Samaritan but I rather
Be this nigga where you never hear from him
Though able to see the differences in yo atmosphere and
Why you proceed off my proceed but too much proceed
Lead niggas to greed so you gotta take away the seed and the pro
Of the plant in the hood where they grow lego we can
Build similar to every face that I know similar I'm ya f*cking
Hood minister ghetto Sunday nigga

Uh huh
Lets keep it going
We gone hustle
Thats right
Im just a mouth piece you feel me
Lets hustle
Uh huh
Aight

Sine they don't show respect I put the dis part in front
Of it cause every body want to cum but unable to f*ck with
The vision that ties with the reasons why we rise
With an outlook thats deemed dead still help
A nigga comply emotionally physically mentally sympathy
I don't have in the pantry of my conscious vividly
I see what niggas ain't blind too where they try times two
Where its healthy to f*cking remind you you ain't suppose
To be here beware of the phony thats real prepared leave
Here with the crumbs of my succession through every progression
Garnered the opportunity my soul to keep its a blesson
With every acception to the many folks that crossed my path
In all black ironically they handed me luck with that I don't
Utilize who am I a surprise till my momma let me live through
My little brother eyes forever I'm a hustle till my body deep fry
For the chicken I'm addicted don't follow my bar this gone
Lead to yo prison just here what I envision with good intensions
Just thought I should remind you this is f*cking ghetto wisdom nigga
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Writer: Terrell Annunziata
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