All, hustlers
All hustlers
All, hustlers
Chorus:
This is for those who haven't forgotten
The brothers who recently left us,
It's going out to the mothers who still weep
For the boys they once had and lost.
Uzzi:
It's a story about money, power and respect,
He wanted to live on a beach, not in an apartment block, not in filth.
He wanted to make dough. In two words: he did.
Even if that was just what got him killed.
He didn't have a thing, he was filthy poor
He gave it some thought and started dealing
It's a quick way to make money,
And the 'hood's not a place where everyone makes an honest living.
He sold grass for a while, he started to smoke,
Night after night he had women up on tables,
Money continued to flow in, as did pals
Assholes from the past were now afraid of him
He had a steady supply but then cocaine came along
"Let me give this a try too, I might get myself a house and a car. Cops can suck my d***, they won't catch me,
If I don't sell it, someone else will"
Now, was it the speed, the money, the speed, who knows?
But he got paranoid, he started thinking he'd end up in jail.
He goes:
"This whole cocaine thing is f****d up
I can't use it because it's my merchandise now
I pay money for it. I need to make money out of it.
But how the crap can keep my a** out of this, for f**k's sake?"
And that's how he stepped out of the picture.
"He managed to stay out of jail?"
"Yeah, he died of an overdose."
Chorus:
This is for those who haven't forgotten
The brothers who recently left us,
It's going out to the mothers who still weep
For the boys they once had and lost.
Caddy:
He was like everyone else in the 'hood
He dreamed of making money, he wanted to get slick,
All he did was sit on his ass all day
He didn't steal, he didn't work, he was always hangin' with the gang
He knew the day would come when he would have to do something,
If he didn't make up his mind, he'd be left behind
He didn't have a single cent, but thought
He'd make it happen somehow, not knowing what would come next
And so it finally started when he got inspired
By an American movie with 2Pac ("yo")
I'm not even kidding, he even got a gun,
He saw himself as a future De Niro in "Casino"
The first idea that popped into his head,
Was an armed robbery at a pawn shop
So he went in, took the money, and left.
But he fired a shot in the air, he was way too panicked
Then cops got there and it all came to an end,
His dreams of being a big shot died a sudden death
It was too late to make a different choice,
He was on his way to jail to do his time.
Chorus:
This is for those who haven't forgotten,
The brothers who recently left us,
It's going out to the mothers who still weep
For the boys they once had and lost.
Tataee:
"How would you like a ride through the neighborhood
In an A8, special edition, with all gadgets on it?
Or perhaps you'd prefer a Mercedes,
I have a ML-u ', a CLK and a Brabus S."
"All pinched?"
"Yeah, brother, you know that's the only way
But if you're interested, I can get some fake docs for you."
"Does that pay?"
"It's raining dough, bro'
I sell two a week, I'd sell more if I had'em."
Who would have thought that a boy that
Was a no one two years ago would make it so big?
He has the world at his feet because he imports
Foreign cars he nicked together with the brothers overseas
Customers of all types, there's one for every kind,
Gangstas from the 'hood who want stolen cars.
Some cops worked it out and nearly managed to get him
He put a deputy-cop in a Mercedes: problem solved.
But about a month ago he disappeared and his mother was crying,
When I ran into her on the street, she asked if I knew anything
I didn't tell her nothing, but I thought: they've either done him in
Or he's chilling on some island in the Pacific.
Chorus:
This is for those who haven't forgotten
The brothers who recently left us,
It's going out to the mothers who still weep
For the boys they once had and lost.