*** don't want none
I'm coming straight out of Chicago
Y'all ass
I'm down with the whole damn game
Y'all motherfuckers probably heard of me
Murder one
I rose with banks and shout dog bitch
Well this is smash 2000
I'm coming straight out of New York
Laying it down for the whole bay
And my nigga airbags
* around with my nigga black
You know how I do son
With the deal
There's some players in the house
And y'all handcuffing y'all hoes
The * you mean mugging me for
You got some stuff up your nose
And you just can't get your face straight
Nigga wait
I hear you in the background
By the bar trying to play it
See he arrested him for hoes and batches
That's why his car is full of bullet holes
And key scratches
When it comes to mac and *
Dog * we masters
Games for goddamn cold *
We need to be teaching classes
Smacking asses
Black fan on the opera
In the background popping ya
Young Frank getting some natural
Calling * like you're a cop
Delimiting hundreds from the opposing
Starting line up
You bitching about gas on me
Homeboy you better watch
Don't get this rapping * twisted
Thinking that I won't fall off
I done get you hauled off
And it's all off
I blew his balls off
Yeah they soft
I'ma leave his chest
Sticking like gang
Shouldn't have been *
With short and bank
Like an ex-boyfriend
Mediocre ass niggas
Getting fired in the paint
Airplay with the call
That motherfucking hate
Now bend down on your knees
And pray to God
He can't save ya
Cause right now
Got a party for at your door
I'm about to take ya
Up here
It's not a pill
If you don't have my heart
I got you
It's not a gangsta
It mean bodies can't match
This is the life I choose
With the game
Don't have no rules
We get old
And they ask me
I'm a hustler
Gang bang up
I say
I'm gonna be a boy
I set tracks on fire
Like my name was Lava
New York City
Be that place
That be known for drama
Smoking C's
Like a bag of scama
Cause I'm a thug nigga
Get you in your face
With a motherfucking slug
Nigga now act yourself
Should I * with this match
It's like suicide
You might as well
Blast yourself
And that's word
The air tanks
When it's time to go to war
With you niggas
I'm coming through
With hair, grenades, and tanks
Making you holler
Locking on niggas
Like rock wallas
I * with them OG's
In the bay
Who pop collars
It's some east coast
West coast *
So that's telling you dudes
We them cats
You don't wanna * with
I'm trifled
Had to grow up in the streets
Blazing rifles
Leaving niggas
Holy like the bible
And that's my word
I'm representing
For the 1-4-3
Pattersonville
South Bronx
Niggas you heard
Up here
It's not a pill
If you don't have no
And the gangsta's not a gangsta
If anybody's cash flow
This is the life I choose
With a game don't have no rules
But get on up
And they ask me
I'm a hustler
Gang bang on pimp
I say
I'm on a billboard
Picture me gripping
The baddest bitch that you know
Cause deep down on the low to me
Every bitch I hope to see
I was raised on the
* up side of life
You can get your wings split
Over some money
Modest *
See I be
All about the cheddar
Whatever by all means
I love living fat
Plus I got miles to feed
Bitch niggas stay in check
Cause they know my rep
Know how I step
Know that I pack
And that I get business
Don't I spit
True true game
Over a at-bank speed
I be the quarterback
I be the receiver
Sideways leaving you haters
In the dust
You get crossed up
* with at-banks
It hot
Quick to get rushed
From the floor to the ceiling
We them type of niggas
Make a killing for real
Will it big body
Five double
Loads
Keepin' hoes on they toes
Steady fuckin'
Pole pose
Yeah, we be some street
Pants
OG's
Hustle till the casket drop
Set up shop
And sew up your block
And here's a little message
For those that don't know
I'm on a five
Up a Mona
To the yay ho
A pill
Is not a pill
If you don't have no
And a gangsta's not a gangsta
If he ain't got his cash flow
This is the life I choose
With a gay dog
I don't have no rules
But guess
And they ask me
I'm a hustler
Gang bang up
Hip hop say
I wanna be a boy
I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler