Lyrics:
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
Whole team
We established
Ballin on em
Like the mavericks
I feel like Luka
Gotti
Hardaway Jr
Yb
Trey burke
Whole team
Full of shooters
Whole team
Full
Aye who them niggas over there looking all cfrazy man?!
Yo Polo What the fuck aye go pull over there man
aye aye skurt (gunfire)
Like John gotti I
I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore
Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C.
A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G
So all hail
Who tha Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
Who tha realist
It might be me
I might be a problem
Just Like John Gotti
If I had it probably
Already,
Know what I'm sayin' this Birdman and this how it's goin' down,
That little youngin' Yo Gotti I certified him stamped approval
One-eight-seven, two-eleven,
I'm 'bout it 'bout it see yo I'm down to do whatever
Show me money
I'm smooth I'm street smart
But I don't play by the rules,
and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious
Time, requiring
Replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the
Heartbeat of passions,
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
I'm a full time hustler posted on the block
Got to get it to live
And I'm never gon' stop
I'm a gangsta, I'm a gangsta
When the right you can hear
seen Styles, Jada
Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox
(locks) in
the bass thru the floor nigga
You ont really wanna go to war nigga
All yo guys in drawers at the morgue Nigga
Overdoses shole ain't fair
Now I'm gettin
I be a hustler til it's over, motherfucker
The motherfuckin' dust kicker
Who can you trust?
Do you have the heart to see a nigga
Before you bust? My
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
like some family
Trees and beanstalks
Some hustlers naturally born
With street smarts
Yo Karate it's you and Gotti
Y'all lift the weight
Me and Noyd'll
I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler
[E.D.I. Amin]
Now in these last days and times I takes mines so serious
Gotta get
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
yo my bro locked in the
Pen and don't expect parole
But told me to bar you to
Death so God bless ya soul bars
God is my witness
This is the first time
Last nigga tried got bodied
Hit 6 times with a shotty
Fed don't even know who did the body
Bitch I feel like I'm John Gotti
So fuck you and ya squad
what we do
This is what we do nigga - gangsta's talk!
Tell 'em one more time - gangsta talk!
All the homies in the hood - gangsta talk!
[Kurupt]
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