Lyrics:
that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-see on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your
that infared dot on your knot
Down South Hustlers got on lock, with that J-L-O-see on cock
Gangstafied like them chain gangs in the Pen
P-H at your
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
Limping up the one tree fives
The p-jects
The eject these herbs
That's word
a trigger finger only make a little difference
Dark soul with the black liquor
Derek jeter with the sass in em
Oh he go hard with the Black em
All you niggas
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,
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga
Straight up out the gutter, have
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
Man I got a story to tell
Diary's of a hustler
Lo Davis
Man y'all might not know
Based off my Instagram
And pictures y'all might see
But I came
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna 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
pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day
Shot callers, even high rollers keep it moving
What you see
[Featuring see-Murder, Gambino Family, Mac, Master P]
[Master P]
We the worlds biggest click, No Limit niggas we riders
The worlds
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
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
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
Got my introduction robbing shit at Hustler’s
(true) they call to squash the beef
That’s not in the discussion
Made it to the point only
Reached by 5%
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
the way to my belly (belly)
Lord to devil in housing - cause roxing by the gallon
We vitally known for my spittery - see all type of people asking me-
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
R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter night
Black bottles when the feeling like you wanna know what winter's like
And I'm never on that tour bus
Just a decoy
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