Lyrics:
a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
[Intro: Redman]
Gilla House niggas
Check it out
('Cause I like it!)
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey)
LOCO....I wan you to rip it up for 'em, mon!
Tell us what it's all a-bout...rip it away from {?} bloodclots...
and do it for the westsyyyyde...
I do
Smoke 'em, fire a bomb
I died and came back
I hustle with these lyrics as if it's a game of crack
Thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'
I'm high as the Eiffel tower,
My stomach's sours with
the thought of being paid by the hour,
Go get it by any means, because bein' broke is for cowards
time
Hustle like I'm bout to run out of time
Step to a chump in the front of the line
Get on my level I been in the mix
Blue on Rick 'Rari like Optimus
I'm way beyond what they understand
And they hating on me, you fucking playing?
Naw, tell me what the fuck you saying
You think I'm weird and you're so
a new man
Hello world, I would you all to meet me
Her new man i vow to stay on top
Of my Somers like Suzanne
And I hustle everyday, everyday, everyday
and greet
Tell em name 5 rappers better than me
A couple might mug But like my mug
I got the game in the palm of my hand
Mic stand Mic checc Mic drop
And I'm
Niggas missed it, too busy
They lyin' 'bout penitentiary
Man, you ain't been there
Nigga you been scared
And I'm still living single like Sinclair
to act foolish (Hey)
And you know them boys ain't
Playing by the rules (Woo)
Young guns running
We have any girl we choose
Bad and you nervous, man
Them
Uh-huh, aw yeah (sounds like you got something to say)
Sippin' from this holy grail (holy grail)
I get motivated by myself (yeah)
The hustle
the fact I'm a talent like Soulja-boy is first in everything on the socials, my shit is global
"Smokey is bad" I got rap on my shoulders, time passes by
gone see them talk shit but I'm going see em cop out
If youion see ah body then you probably see ah knock out
Man these niggas all the same
I see
Call all my niggas, tell em we made it
2019, you better get ready
Your shit is so whack, like your mums spaghetti
Tgf, Revolution taking over
Better get
elevating, look life is an elevator
I'm on the way to the top, this here is elevation
Tell leek that I'm certified, i can rap boy
Full dressed telling lies,
A bag
Patty cake a patty cake Bitch nigga play we bake Hers man
Ring around the rosey said The chopper made em do a Dance
Down by the bay down by The bay
see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday
,)
If you trippin, they made to knock out your brains with em.
Verse 1
(David Banner)
I'm hittin you bitches,
With choppas, running from helicopters
on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih'
got connects up in them cells I can get u bitched by yo bunkie
It's good I'm out the trap but man I really miss my junkies
Hoes lyin on my dick bitch u
bouncin' like I'm out here movin' weight
Bumpin Biggie in the pioneer as I reminisce
Before that it was Devils took 'em back to '96
I went down
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
his kids I'm blow his brains on 'em, put the chains on 'em
Go insane on em', guess he done wit that work range on em
Rain over, so nigga respect my
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