Lyrics:
mad cuz i talk what i live in the flesh insecure
So they see me as a threat i chosen i one of the Only few that's left
Anointed by the angles nigga i
full of lead
Everyone in the crew knew what I said
would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead
Let's peel their caps back
The cars
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
on a riot gear
Cause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is comin up hard
(What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyard
I'm the rap criminal, comin from my
a
40 40 cal i pull out my big pocket
(Prophet posse my nigga)
I grab you by your neck
I pull it out of socket
Rang range range
(Prophet posse my
Finally, I got all real niggaz on on a muthafuckin' Posse song
Niggaz that's down to cut some muthafuckin' heads
(Mafia, ya, why-ya, why-ya, ya
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that field with my posse
He pistol packing lose screw don't forget from that rachet to
Niggas
Yo what up this is motherfucking Lucidic music
Yeah what I'm back at it to fucking spit It 2021
Ya fucking bitch you can't stop you You can't see it
Got mo' money in my piggy bank then you got in yo real bank
Mo' money in my piggy bank then you got in yo real bank
I hustle, yeah I hustle
Man I
on read like what page you on
Hustle try to get my ppl on
I ain't with that demon shit to each it's own
Fuck ya ego nigga you ain't even known
Caught a Rico
cell see (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my vestes
Yeah I'm hungry and reckless (what)
But no one better test us (no
Too $hort, MC
Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you're doing and you're sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing's
nigga get lost you know what my wrist cost
You see why ya bitch choose blinded by the big Jews
She ain't seen it can't knock the hustle I'm still
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
Jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up
as a villain
Bitches like me and niggaz catch feelings
Everything mama touch turn into
Hustle and grind and was feeding her children
All by herself
So she
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
ain't fucking wit us ya hear me
BandZzz
Eh eh
See I gotta live it up
Only fucking wit who fuckin wit me
You ain't fucking wit me you ain't real enough
"I'm a show you what a real hustler look like
Yeah It ain't nothing to a real one
This is how I hustle I strut my stuff I'm a get these billions
lets go!
The times now, what you waiting for
I posses the God given glow
The times now, what you waiting for
We can posses the God given glow
I'm tryna
really know
Is hustle
Hustle
Got it on my own
I hustle
It's the only thing that I know
Hustle
Hustle
Go hard for what you want
So I gotta hustle
All
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you?ll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you?re doing and you?re sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing?s
Prophet Posse nigga, who up in this motherfucker?
{Lord Infamous: talking}
You got Lord Infamous Da Scarecrow Kaiser Sosate
{MC Mack: talking}
Yeah yeah
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