Lyrics:
hustle by any means
Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it
I'll rock 'til
it's disco and rock
But um, we just went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company,
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
got dough so, I ain't upset, ayo
I do the drop on
Michael J's and the top gone
At least I got the
Butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing it's gon'
oh it looks tasty
After scoring I rock the baby like
Michael Jackson I'll get shaky
Let me go under just like the navy
I'll come around and swim about
re-up or you're guaranteed to lose
Guarantee you slicker with your hustle, do it like the mob do
Learn to talk in code, learn to keep the law up off you
style, nigga
("Fuck Jay-Z")
(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I
just got...
Even Michael Diamond him never learn
Atop him head him have a curly perm
Tissue up my nose and my dick's in a cast
I don't wanna talk
from the start
Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn, so you had to lose it
Just for fronting you got that ass whipped
Smack the snot out em
Stoned in the stu, Im tryna drop A rock album
But I can't rush no anthem act Bad on the beat and throw a Tantrum
Going up I was born
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
from the start
Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn, so you had to lose it
Just for fronting you got that ass whipped
lose it, yeah
Why the fuck you think when it comes to an album
I'm droppin' like two a year?
Hol' up, lemme break down what I'm doin' here
I get
to the top
Of this mountain climbing steadily but then I stop
Overwhelmed by feeling of what happens if I drop
12 song album no one likes it and it flops
No
dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em
that we live
And everyday I'm [?] not lose my way I've had to learn
Just remember in any existence it's not the destination but the journey
Live your
up? It's me again
Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again
Many people had the nerve to think that
We would end the trend with
Criminal Minded, an album which is
The game that I'm playin', you don't know how to play
When I got my first mash, I had to learn how to spray
It's a feelin' that I can't describe
I
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
and each other's
Worth seek out strong women to
Befriend, to align yourself with, to
Learn from, to be inspired by
To collaborate with, to support
To be
I'm no professional dancer
Baby, I ain't no Michael Jackson
But I would learn any move
Get with any groove
Just to dance with you
I'll let my
Everybody got the memo, Michael Myers man I'm mental
Messy murder monumental mixed my mind
Metamorphosis made it mainly my many maneuvers
Missin'
He'll never leave your sideSpin off on a hater and what they saywho report you believe what the word say?By faith i'm making mountains lose their
me, proceed to rock the world like Michael
Without Chris Tucker, with no Marlon Brando
Just give enough for J-Lo to handle
So scream at me, holla,
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