[Chorus]
Where the hustlas? Where the hustlas at?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, but the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustla? where the hustla a?
All the cats that trap where the fuck you at?
I’ve been missing for a minute, put the hustla back
And if you hustle you should fuck with that
Where the hustlas at?
[Verse 1]
I’m back in my bag now, ah
I was chilling in the cut, but that cut got a scab now
I get so much cash now, I send my girl to the Louie store
with 50 grand in her Louie bag now
You and your man going half on a half pound
If you not a stand up nigga, sit your ass down
That chick you cuffing I’m fucking I know you mad now
She just licked the dick and you probably kissing her ass now
I’m with jag in the glass top jag now
And you ain’t got enough money to catch a cab now
I’m the hustla ask around
I wear so much ice, if it melt
It’d probably make my ass drown
I dropped out to sell hard rock but graduated from the school of hard knocks
You a class clown, nobody sound how a cat sound
That’s why I had to come back, cause cats is spitting trash now
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I’m back on my bullshit, I’m not a matador
But the bull strip, popping like a bull whip
4 5 with the full clip on the bull hip
And I got my knife, you might get your jugular split
The bull rich, that’s why whores on a bull’s dick
I make a whore strip, I fuck her then let me balls hit
I’m tryna buy some more whips
That’s why I’m trying to buy more bricks and more pounds of that raw piff
Every ball raw coming out the bull lips
The bull get on beats and and go bunkers like the boy Swizz
The bull and Swizz back together making more hits
The huslta back on some better than before shit
The game was missing my presence,
I just copped the whip topless like the bitches imperfections,
I be running the strip reckless
That’s why I love that white girl
More than them bitches I’m having sex with
[Chorus]
I Get High (Freestyle) lyrics - Cassidy
I aint wit the monkey business kuz my block bananas
Im the shit, I need a get a box of pampers
I just copped some hammers, and ripped some verses
Ima bubble like dish detergent
Yall dudes know I love jews but my biscuits german
This for my chicks gettin a perm and
And gettin they braids did
And my dogs doin the state bid
Alotta niggas spit but I'm sicker than aids is
Liquor and hazes usually the reason why it look like my pupils is bleadin
And who you call hard fallin off to be truthfully speakin
All them dudes used to be decent
And you was stupid for sleepin
On that volume 2 shit
But since then I wrote all kinda new shit
I come thru strips, pop off lead
And make yall dudes roll like hot dog bread
I got that put it in ya nose and sniff it
My records like the wretches to the road to riches
I knock on ya door like jehova witness
And bring niggas to ya crib like ya older sisters
You cant hold ya liquor stop drinkin
Kuz you not thinkin
But watch you sober up when that shot stingin
And the box stinkin murder for hire
Spread ya herb ass on the grass like fertilizer
I heard ya album aint get nowhere
What happened
Im goin platinum like sisqo hair
Niggas get so scared when they hear me on swisses beats
Im versatile I got styles like kissin sheep
Yall weak aint got a smash hit yet
Com'on op, I'm hot like my last piss test
Give cass respect for what I'm doin on the block
You goin in the trunk and we goin to the docks
I dont just show my ass I shit on niggas
I spike my punch lines and spit corn liquor
Throw the clip on quicker, with nothin on my hands
My fingerprints burnt I keep dutches in my hands
Forget a mask, I just frown my face up
You shakin on the ground tryna hold ya face up
And if you wake up, you can tell the cops that
If you get me popped, dog ill get you popped back
Show em' where my spot at, some police in my crib
I hop out jeeps and send theifs in ya crib
Drag you down the steps, heat to ya ribs
Choke eat ya seeds with sheets from the bed
You in the kitchen missin a piece a ya head
I turn the tv on, eat in ya fridge
Lay you out, on the couch, neat with ya kids
So when the neighbor peep they think you sleep but you dead
Im the shit, I need a get a box of pampers
I just copped some hammers, and ripped some verses
Ima bubble like dish detergent
Yall dudes know I love jews but my biscuits german
This for my chicks gettin a perm and
And gettin they braids did
And my dogs doin the state bid
Alotta niggas spit but I'm sicker than aids is
Liquor and hazes usually the reason why it look like my pupils is bleadin
And who you call hard fallin off to be truthfully speakin
All them dudes used to be decent
And you was stupid for sleepin
On that volume 2 shit
But since then I wrote all kinda new shit
I come thru strips, pop off lead
And make yall dudes roll like hot dog bread
I got that put it in ya nose and sniff it
My records like the wretches to the road to riches
I knock on ya door like jehova witness
And bring niggas to ya crib like ya older sisters
You cant hold ya liquor stop drinkin
Kuz you not thinkin
But watch you sober up when that shot stingin
And the box stinkin murder for hire
Spread ya herb ass on the grass like fertilizer
I heard ya album aint get nowhere
What happened
Im goin platinum like sisqo hair
Niggas get so scared when they hear me on swisses beats
Im versatile I got styles like kissin sheep
Yall weak aint got a smash hit yet
Com'on op, I'm hot like my last piss test
Give cass respect for what I'm doin on the block
You goin in the trunk and we goin to the docks
I dont just show my ass I shit on niggas
I spike my punch lines and spit corn liquor
Throw the clip on quicker, with nothin on my hands
My fingerprints burnt I keep dutches in my hands
Forget a mask, I just frown my face up
You shakin on the ground tryna hold ya face up
And if you wake up, you can tell the cops that
If you get me popped, dog ill get you popped back
Show em' where my spot at, some police in my crib
I hop out jeeps and send theifs in ya crib
Drag you down the steps, heat to ya ribs
Choke eat ya seeds with sheets from the bed
You in the kitchen missin a piece a ya head
I turn the tv on, eat in ya fridge
Lay you out, on the couch, neat with ya kids
So when the neighbor peep they think you sleep but you dead
I Get It In lyrics - Cassidy
Uh... Dolla Bill Kids (Da Hustla) (Larsiny Family)
[Chorus]
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
I was in the hosptial and I don't been in the pen,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
[Verse 1]
I'm on probation, tryna not to break the rules
got guns I never shot, I'm tryin not to make the news
I ain't got 40 acres and a mule, but I'm cool
I got cake, I only need a couple acres and a pool
My bitch will never break up, she will hate to make a move
But she know that imma mac like that make-up that she use
I just fucked this cake up on some jewels,
My diamonds yellow like the uniforms that the Lakers and them use
And for your information,
Let's make some clarification
I'm the best and got checks
like a Twitter verification (fire)
I inspire myself,
If you a boss you should hire some help,
and then fire ya self!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm on probation, so I'm tryna take it light
Ran trains on bitches you was tryna make ya wife
I'm chillin, I ain't tryna take ya ice
I'll leave you with ya chain gone
Brain gone
I'm tryna take ya life
Burglary, Burglary!
Emergency, Emergency!
I took the top off
my car need brain surgery
I got similies, metaphores, hypoerbeles
I get respect,
even if he deaf the boul heard of me
No exaggerration,
you depressed, still tryna find the road to success
I had the navigation
(Ayo you fuckin up the game Cass!)
That's why my new watch,
full of blue rocks
I named it Dane Dash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm on probation, tryin not to catch a case
But I'll probably bust a second nut
Before the second date
If we ain't have sex, I slept with the heffer face
So, one way or another
I fucked ya baby mother
Brother I wiped my pipe off on ya baby covers
So they never played together
But our kids layed together (hahaha ewwww)
And yall still stayed together
We never made cheddar,
Never got paid together
Did you ever mix Sour and Purple Haze together?
Henny and Coke, Vodka and Lemonade together?
I get it in so, I got it made forever
This a record I could hear gettin played forever
[Chorus]
[Talking]
You gotta get it in, no matter what you do,
you gotta, get it gaa, get it in. If you don't get
it in, I don't fuck with you. Pause.... Haha.
I mean, I am cool with alot of maw fuckas, I mean
I'm cool with niggas that trap, niggas that rap,
Niggas that act, constuction workers, electritions,
Cable guys, mail men. I'm cool with niggas in College.
I'm cool with niggas that do alot of different shit.
I even fuck with 0his lil nigga that don't do nothin
But roll dutches1 But dat nigga dutches be nice as a
Maw fucka, he get it in. Haa. If I fuck with you,
You gotta get it no matter what you do. You gotta get
It in man. Real Rap.
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
I was in the hosptial and I don't been in the pen,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
I I get it in, I get it, I get it in, I get it in, get it in
gaa gaa gaa get it, get it in
A hustle is a hustle, the hustle never end,
so if they don't get it in
I don't fuck wit them niggas then
[Verse 1]
I'm on probation, tryna not to break the rules
got guns I never shot, I'm tryin not to make the news
I ain't got 40 acres and a mule, but I'm cool
I got cake, I only need a couple acres and a pool
My bitch will never break up, she will hate to make a move
But she know that imma mac like that make-up that she use
I just fucked this cake up on some jewels,
My diamonds yellow like the uniforms that the Lakers and them use
And for your information,
Let's make some clarification
I'm the best and got checks
like a Twitter verification (fire)
I inspire myself,
If you a boss you should hire some help,
and then fire ya self!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm on probation, so I'm tryna take it light
Ran trains on bitches you was tryna make ya wife
I'm chillin, I ain't tryna take ya ice
I'll leave you with ya chain gone
Brain gone
I'm tryna take ya life
Burglary, Burglary!
Emergency, Emergency!
I took the top off
my car need brain surgery
I got similies, metaphores, hypoerbeles
I get respect,
even if he deaf the boul heard of me
No exaggerration,
you depressed, still tryna find the road to success
I had the navigation
(Ayo you fuckin up the game Cass!)
That's why my new watch,
full of blue rocks
I named it Dane Dash
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm on probation, tryin not to catch a case
But I'll probably bust a second nut
Before the second date
If we ain't have sex, I slept with the heffer face
So, one way or another
I fucked ya baby mother
Brother I wiped my pipe off on ya baby covers
So they never played together
But our kids layed together (hahaha ewwww)
And yall still stayed together
We never made cheddar,
Never got paid together
Did you ever mix Sour and Purple Haze together?
Henny and Coke, Vodka and Lemonade together?
I get it in so, I got it made forever
This a record I could hear gettin played forever
[Chorus]
[Talking]
You gotta get it in, no matter what you do,
you gotta, get it gaa, get it in. If you don't get
it in, I don't fuck with you. Pause.... Haha.
I mean, I am cool with alot of maw fuckas, I mean
I'm cool with niggas that trap, niggas that rap,
Niggas that act, constuction workers, electritions,
Cable guys, mail men. I'm cool with niggas in College.
I'm cool with niggas that do alot of different shit.
I even fuck with 0his lil nigga that don't do nothin
But roll dutches1 But dat nigga dutches be nice as a
Maw fucka, he get it in. Haa. If I fuck with you,
You gotta get it no matter what you do. You gotta get
It in man. Real Rap.
[Chorus]
I'm A Hustla (R&B Remix) lyrics - cassidy (feat. Mary J. Blige)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy]
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
[Hook x3]
[Cassidy trynna make dudes do a hustla dance]
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
[Mary J.]
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
[Mary J. and beat fades out]
E-ve-ry-day..
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
Just to stay on my feet
To all my single parent mothers just tryna survive
Doing what you gotta do, working nine to five (Cause you hustle!)
Gotta put food on the table (You hustle!)
Gotta keep the family strong
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
See I rhyme for the money, but I twenties and dimes
I got my mind on my money, for the money I grind (Cuz you hustle!)
I'm just tryna feed my seed (You hustle!)
Cause my mom need the cheese
This for my niggaz on the struggle that's tryna survive
That's ex-cons so they can't get a nine to five (Cuz we hustle!)
Hit the block, do what you do (We hustle!)
Cause other niggaz doin' it too, (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy (Mary J.)]
I stay with the trey-pound, I ain't playin' around
I got my gat at all times, that's the bottom line (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, 'til I lie in the grave (Cause you hustle!)
Yeah, and I'm a try to get paid
This for my niggaz in the street
That play with the heat
It's Cassidy and M.J. on this Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
12 months of the year (We hustle!) It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah!)
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin' around
Got his back at all times
That's the bottom line (Cause we hustle!)
'Til the day we die (We hustle!)
To keep our love alive, to my fam' in the streets
We bringing the heat, Cassidy and Mary J. on the Swizz beat (Cause we hustle!)
7 days a week (we hustle!)
Just to stay on our feet (yeah!)
[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle ba-by
[Cassidy]
Check it, you can fear or respect it
I wanna thank HOV for clearin the record (aight)
If you don't like this song right here, then your ears infected
You need to get your hearing corrected
Stones clear in the necklace, I wear so much plat on my neck
It put bruises on the back of my neck, that's why cats is upset
But I told you I'ma shine when its time to
I put too much time and I been rhymin since nine too
I knew "I'm a Hustla" was a hit
Cause everything I ever got I had to hustle to get
Ain't nobody give me nothing for free
But I'd probably be dead or in jail if it wasn't for T
Gettin booked is a bitch and catchin a slug, scary
I need to feed my seed, thanks for the love Mary
But seein me without the grams on the grind
Is like seein' Wesley Snipes in the tanning salon
I'm... the Hustla (the Hustla...) (yeah)
[Hook x3]
[Cassidy trynna make dudes do a hustla dance]
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
Do that dance, do that dance
It ain't a bunch of frontin' in here (yeah)
[Mary J.]
Gotta hold my man down
We ain't playin around
Got his back at all
If you a hustla then do that dance
Yeah, let's go
[Mary J. and beat fades out]
E-ve-ry-day..
Niggaz Is Wack lyrics - Cassidy (feat. Jag)
Rap is like setup,
Alotta games, alotta sucka's with colorful names
I'm so and so, I'm this I'm that
(huh) but they all just wick wick whack!
Ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
Ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
But no name throwin' punches like you lay down, should
Niggas trippin' like the grey hound hood
Ill put the metal in you
Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
You cats sold your soul like Kanye
You got the devil in you
Play it cool cause my team is like apes
Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
South central I'm a veteran there, on fire
Jag smokin' like peppermint hair
Hommie show some type of love
You and your floyed bag
You try'na destroy jag
Say I'm on some type of drug but
I ain't on the roids just piff, clown
You sick now you playing and I'm sprayin' like
Chris brown, so get down
Chain got em stingin' like Chris now
Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
I'm pissed now, leavin trails smellin' like shit now
I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
Its lost in me and we dat click now
You niggas boo boo
You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
Hella gats have you skatin' like the bitch new new
We da'' best out bitch screw you...Jag
[Chorus]
My truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
Then gave me brain like I'm takin a psychology class
I'm the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
It's a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
You know I'm hot like venus, and I'm cold like Pluto
I'm a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
Since you ain't got a job like Tommy you mad
Us eatin' ain't the reason the economy bad
You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
I'm pilin' in the line up you don't want no drama with cass
If your forgot 'dat I was hot, I'm remindin' your ass
I'm so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
As far as females I got too many of em
That's why I switch every year,
I got chicks everywhere yea,
Every chick I be bringing by
On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
I never spit trash but now that I'm with Jag
You could get smashed quick fast with ya' bitch ass...Cass
[Chorus]
Alotta games, alotta sucka's with colorful names
I'm so and so, I'm this I'm that
(huh) but they all just wick wick whack!
Ye, ladys and gentlemen, with no further adue
Ye, I spit bars and I spray down hoods
I cant be wack, everything I say sound good
I punch you niggas stump you like a A-town hood
But no name throwin' punches like you lay down, should
Niggas trippin' like the grey hound hood
Ill put the metal in you
Ill I say is spray rounds hood them shells leveling you
Real is real, cold is cold, old is old
You cats sold your soul like Kanye
You got the devil in you
Play it cool cause my team is like apes
Real nigga have a rat nigga seen you like drake, wait
South central I'm a veteran there, on fire
Jag smokin' like peppermint hair
Hommie show some type of love
You and your floyed bag
You try'na destroy jag
Say I'm on some type of drug but
I ain't on the roids just piff, clown
You sick now you playing and I'm sprayin' like
Chris brown, so get down
Chain got em stingin' like Chris now
Paul niggas yall bitches all on my dick now
I'm pissed now, leavin trails smellin' like shit now
I took shit south, got me a brick house like Rick now
Its lost in me and we dat click now
You niggas boo boo
You can slide it in my house man my click coo coo
Hella gats have you skatin' like the bitch new new
We da'' best out bitch screw you...Jag
[Chorus]
My truck got a sunroof, the coup chopped it in half
I buy property, but not with monopoly cash
Lil mommy ask, did you hit the lottery cass?
Then gave me brain like I'm takin a psychology class
I'm the shit jumpin in my colostomy bag
It's a gift, I could come up with analogies fast
You know I'm hot like venus, and I'm cold like Pluto
I'm a genius I could jump in my astronomy bag
Since you ain't got a job like Tommy you mad
Us eatin' ain't the reason the economy bad
You a bitch like all the baby mommas you had
I'm pilin' in the line up you don't want no drama with cass
If your forgot 'dat I was hot, I'm remindin' your ass
I'm so hot that I could pop the thermometer glass, cass
Women love him, gats, got plenty of em
When shit pop you could get shot with any of em
As far as females I got too many of em
That's why I switch every year,
I got chicks everywhere yea,
Every chick I be bringing by
On my dick so they go down quick like the kinda ki
I, stroker make a rida like a rolla coaster
With Cass, she be screamin like she has six flags
I never spit trash but now that I'm with Jag
You could get smashed quick fast with ya' bitch ass...Cass
[Chorus]
Speaking In Tongues lyrics - Cassidy
Yea, feel me,
Who else wanna hold this down?
Yea, The hustler,
I'm the problem lemme introduce myself
My life rough but, I would never shoot myself
Anything I once done I execute myself
I'm a one man army I solute myself
I'm the hustler lemme introduce myself
I just stood on the block and got loot myself
??
I'm the truth in the booth I solute myself
You ain't got no wins in me casa
That piffy get me open I be smokin like a rasta, Vodka,
Henny get the semi or the choppa, blocka,
You be screamin "Get me to the doctor!"
The hustler, Yea,
Philly, Yea,
Show time lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time,
I'm gettin guap strip poppin
If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues
What you say? I cant hear you?
My glock poppin' whats poppin?
I ain't fuckin dumb, you don't never bust guns,
What you say? Get the fuck outta here
Yo, You already know my flow been discussed and I been hustlin I dont really need an introduction
But I'ma introduce myself anyway,
I'm the hustler And you could try your hand anyday,
Anywhere, any place, at any time
I did plenty crimes, I got pulled like many blimes,
Look, Yall took my shit way to many times,
Any rhyme you spit gonna sound like one of mine,
But the many kind, You a mini me, I'm a amazon, If you wanna battle stand in line,
I'm a man with mine If you think you better then me then prove it, I'm undefeated,
You lost before and you gonna lose again,
You will get chewed again,
That's what kinda mood I'm in,
I'm gonna make spittin hot punch lines cool again,
You dudes hot right where the hot music then?
People ain't gonna let you keep foolin them,
Ain't nothin change Im still aimin, bangin still,
You don't gang bang for real, you still need trainin wheels,
Cause you not a rider,
I'll show you how the flamer feels
Hotter whole clip and a bullet in the chamber feels,
You don't know how carrying a banger feel,
You don't get no respect like Rodney Dangerfield You prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real,
Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills,
And this little bitch runnin with the rocker one named a mil,
You could ask about me my name is real,
I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill,
For real.
Who else wanna hold this down?
Yea, The hustler,
I'm the problem lemme introduce myself
My life rough but, I would never shoot myself
Anything I once done I execute myself
I'm a one man army I solute myself
I'm the hustler lemme introduce myself
I just stood on the block and got loot myself
??
I'm the truth in the booth I solute myself
You ain't got no wins in me casa
That piffy get me open I be smokin like a rasta, Vodka,
Henny get the semi or the choppa, blocka,
You be screamin "Get me to the doctor!"
The hustler, Yea,
Philly, Yea,
Show time lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time,
I'm gettin guap strip poppin
If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues
What you say? I cant hear you?
My glock poppin' whats poppin?
I ain't fuckin dumb, you don't never bust guns,
What you say? Get the fuck outta here
Yo, You already know my flow been discussed and I been hustlin I dont really need an introduction
But I'ma introduce myself anyway,
I'm the hustler And you could try your hand anyday,
Anywhere, any place, at any time
I did plenty crimes, I got pulled like many blimes,
Look, Yall took my shit way to many times,
Any rhyme you spit gonna sound like one of mine,
But the many kind, You a mini me, I'm a amazon, If you wanna battle stand in line,
I'm a man with mine If you think you better then me then prove it, I'm undefeated,
You lost before and you gonna lose again,
You will get chewed again,
That's what kinda mood I'm in,
I'm gonna make spittin hot punch lines cool again,
You dudes hot right where the hot music then?
People ain't gonna let you keep foolin them,
Ain't nothin change Im still aimin, bangin still,
You don't gang bang for real, you still need trainin wheels,
Cause you not a rider,
I'll show you how the flamer feels
Hotter whole clip and a bullet in the chamber feels,
You don't know how carrying a banger feel,
You don't get no respect like Rodney Dangerfield You prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real,
Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills,
And this little bitch runnin with the rocker one named a mil,
You could ask about me my name is real,
I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill,
For real.
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