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I'm a hustler, not by choice (1x) |
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(AZ) |
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I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell |
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Bigboy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail |
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It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail |
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Be careful, but promote yo'selves that's what they told me |
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Involved but unconcerned **** beef when it dissolve it does not return |
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I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat |
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So discrete very rarely do I move on feet |
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I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats |
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Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets |
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I blacks out never blind by the size of the image |
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No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic |
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Homes's finished, scrambling caught in the scrimmage |
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12 shells ricocheting and it pours from the hemorrhage |
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Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for moving backwards |
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New York's number one draft pick |
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I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) |
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(Trav) |
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All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes |
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Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke |
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Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke |
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When it's time to sleep with the fishes I supply the boat |
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And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke |
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'Cuz don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke |
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Iron poking on my ribs while I'm laying in a Taurus |
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I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game |
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I seen thugs turn informers, crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants |
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Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge, |
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Got a female lawyer and she ****ing the judge |
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I was once told, that you reap what you sow |
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And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes |
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And a, it's Quiet Money so we speaking in codes |
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Like, why should I trust ya?, nigga, I'm a hustler |
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I'm a hustler, not by choice (4x) |
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(Animal) |
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Unh, Yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice |
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Like a ginszu blade nigga, he just slice |
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And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long |
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Anybody can spit, faggot, but can you make a hot song? |
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You're not wrong, like Biggie said you're dead wrong |
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Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong |
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Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers |
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Walk right past security, flippin' poppers |
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Like what? who the **** gon' stop us? |
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Y'all wait until the summer, when this ****ing album drop us |
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I know y'all hate it, because y'all flows outdated |
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You finished as an artist and I finally made it |
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But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited |
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Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it |
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It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot |
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Nigga I play not, ride thru you're block in that grey drop |
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They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for |
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The top spot nigga, what you think I came for? |
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These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw |
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And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for? |
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****ing hustler, mother****ing Animal |
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I'm a hustler, not by choice (5x) |
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I'm a hustler |
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I'm a hustler |