Lyrics:
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
on her
I knew by the time it was over that somebody would end up gettin' hurt
You ain't never lyin'. I knew she wasn't right cause
The homies used to be
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
wit a nigga that compromise yo? hood
Yo? doin' shit you know it cool until the good
Got kids movin' work, hustlin' by the school
Using youngsters,
Girlfriend your friends and you full of a sex appeal
You have the best for texture feel
And to kim, karyn, nicole or ce'cile
Now for my love for you in time
Revolutionary Hustler
Fly Revolutionary Hustler
When the Light Show Up
When the World Wakes Up
When the Light Show Up
When the World Wakes Up
Full View
Full
Niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time
And it's
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
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
niggas hating i ain’t never waited…
They said be patient shit i went and got it
Motivated by the hustlers know im playing gotti
Go for the villain i just
The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and FUCK OFF!!
From the 'Rollercoaster
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
Order up some shit with a pocket full of ends
Ain't no sympathy for suckers, bitch, I'm a hustler
For the last 12 years I could never get enough
sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers
Now you all
Stopping me, back stabbing me constantly
Remembering all those times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chop full of hypocrisy
And now your mouth
that's right, once again
Smooth the Hustler, and he ain't no crowd buster
Straight up Iceberg Slim
Yo, baby, you need to get with him
Flava Flav, Chuck
Forever wild from the cradle to the grave
Kid watch your back one time it's comin' always
They lock me up for 12 days I can't comprehend
Now I'm
like Jah be wise
And ah Jah ah guide
Some cyar recognise
Wicked heart, must put you down
Burning you with words power and sound, yea
Full time
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
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
(Hey)
(This is a journey)
(Journey into sound)
(Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing)
(Riddim and full a culture it-)
I got so much
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
the times you fought with me
watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
and now your mouth wishes it could inhale
every single little thing you said to make
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