Lyrics:
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
I wont let em treat me like an object
I Gotta smile my grandma got a crib Outside the projects
Had a prophecy that all my ppl Making profit
Everybody
either stupid high crazy or you like danger
A couple people still owe me a couple favors
Don't get fucked up right in front of ya neighbors
Anxiety itchin
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
ain't trynna be rich, HOMIE GET OUT!
Cuz I feel like the hustle
Is The Only Way Out!
(Only Way Out)
Cuz I feel like the hustle is the Only Way Out!
It's that nigga that you love to hate
Deep in the north
Is where I stay, the one notorious Juicy J
I fold ya dogs an chop you away
And get real high
know that nigga 'Lipps, he Maybach, on 26
All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick
Tell me foul shit, wild shit, ya'll niggas wear a lot a loud shit
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
da yea where dey at now/Trap Now no lines clown no pat down/Buc like you Brady young B*** get pats down/say the judge gave me a dime it could've been
to the honeycomb
I do it like Shine hoe
Got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone
I'm getting my hustle on
Their hate is strong I'm flexing like muscle tone
I'm
I do it like Shine hoe
Got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone
I'm getting my hustle on
Their hate is strong I'm flexing like muscle tone
I'm
to get to the honeycomb. I do it like Shine hoe, got inspired by Vez to get me a money phone. I’m getting my hustle on, their hate is strong I’m flexing
no takin huh
I was born to breathe
This shit rare ya see
I'm in different categories raised by og's
Never been a ob you think you wanna see me
Naw
Jagz!
This thing right here is original
Ey and by the way when you see the red light
You better take caution get up, get out and get money
These niggas
rockin'
A c'mon everybody get ready to rock
A sure shot, a body rockin'
A c'mon everybody
Dogghouse in ya mouth
(We'll make you go away)
Dogghouse
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
fucked up
Stick guns I get'cha, spit sperm when I cum
Party done, use to hustle bubble
With concealed capsules under my tongue til my mouth got numb
Watch for the haters, dodge all the suckers
Run with real niggas if you broke better hustle
You see where I'm from nigga?
We get it out the mud and still
man!"
New hustle and I get it televised on the gram
Don't suit and tie me, no worry I'm a busy man
Make sure I got that, that is what I'm on man
You don't
cracking them cards
Had no choice but to hustle and Rob
Mama knew I was gone' be a star
And I told her that day not far
From the projects but now we living
Tempurpedic got pallets all on the floor n shit
Like wen ya down on ya ass nowhere to go n shit
Aye
Imma trust in da process switch up da project
Litt bit
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
or not just know ain't nothing changed nigga
It still a get ugly you get up in my range nigga
Hustle Gang Asshole I'm the same nigga
That got that fire
mind babe
No be say me no get heart
Have to work have to work
Have to work for my money babe
I don't want to be question by my kid's Say
Where i dey when
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