Lyrics:
rap
You come through D-Block you get killed
By these rich, young, black hustlers out the slum
In New York state, bitch, you could get some
Say ahhh,
it, knuckle it however you want I love it.
A hustler's wit. The grit the grind.
My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design.
On my calendar time when
lovin my style
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them
hustlers, thugs
Posted outside of the lines of the clubs
Clubs, clubs, affectin all of y'all
Fights at night, right clutchin my jaws
Laws get broken, hoppin
every day
Plastic surgery breast implants the small hustler made you cry
Because he was confused, you lay while he play
Cleanin my house, you look
Rent By The Fifths Fuck A P.O.
They Don’t Know When I’m Slanging But They Always See Me Sippin’ Rose Though
Rest In Peace Rosemo
I’m A D.Boy Baby, I
Brother, you my hustler, and K.C. my killer
Michael, Curl, y'all lay back and peep these n****s
Dubbed all and wide open (whatever) whatever, my n****
Big
Superstitious
May the gods smile upon us
As we embark on a journey
Through the supernatural world
A match made in heaven
Hitting three lucky
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere,
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran
[Romeo: talking]
Yea uh-huh-uh
Hey pops
I had to do it to em man
haha
[Pre-Hook x2:]
I'm a hustler never sold drugs
Kill is in my blood I was born
a pistol and a business
Stop by the cops stream live as a witness
That economic revolutionary rap banger
Move my money over to support the black banker
Buy
[Incomprehensible], mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P. way
Mother fucking M.O.P. way, mother fucking M.O.P
on the mattress
Close encounters, add a Peruvian march and pout about it
A planet that turns actors to crack faggots
We in the ben hearse macking P-Funk & Black
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
Can you see what I'm seeing
Or are you distracted by the poverty-stricken streets of deep depression that we in?
I see survivors of the worst
pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What you see
to play it
It ain't what you say
But it's just how you say it
I was raised by some gangstas
But imma hustler
Got acquainted with ben franklin, Been servin'
black silver tab Levi, stay high
Buy the around in a gray five
I call my niggas on my hands feet, voice recanition
Recognize by high park camition
I'm a role model, I make the hustlers proud
I make the customers smile
(You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now)
Catch me in them things with
for da mans dem to choose Black White Asian
You know the cue lock down country postcode too
Juick out the (p) get the (p) go rah rah!
I’m a player
[Featuring see-Murder, Gambino Family, Mac, Master P]
[Master P]
We the worlds biggest click, No Limit niggas we riders
The worlds
ain't gone be no more after me
It ain't no limit to these young black hustlers
ask that nigga Master P
It has to pe the paper if ya ask me man
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