Hustler

[Chorus: Kanjia]
You swear you're bustin' guns, water guns are fun
Now you talkin' shit, why you acting big? Nigga, you a bitch
If you phony into rap, Bronx got my back
Go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that
People always asking me why I hold 'em, grow me there
'Cause I drove a Benz, kid, and I got kids, some ain't got shit
So they run shit for me 'cause they ain't got shit
Even if you live it up, do you have to give a fuck?
I'm living in the hood, so I'ma listen when they hear it
You know there's gonna be some commotion

[Verse 1: Triple Seis]
Come on, get real with it
Y'all niggas ain't about nothing
Why you stunting like you still did it, fronting like you still with it
Acting like you're so committed when you know you gon' quit it
You never gon' make it, you ain't a hustler, dawg
Every time you get work, you be coming up short
Therefore, you a prison of war
Declared dead on the block, at the age of thirty-four
With your bills unpaid for and your grill's unpaid for
Even your family behind the dirty and poor
All this shit is uncalled for, you better mind what's yours
Fucking with mines, I run up for war, understand me
Leave me alone, stay in the zone
Before I make you leave this rap shit alone
All you young rappers is clones
How you gon' run with a nigga's style? Come with your own

[Pre-Chorus: True Da Grynch, Ray Boogie]
This is how hustlers talk
We get dough, we bake bread
Pound of dope is a case for the feds
This is how street niggas feel
Never squeal, keep it real
You got a gun, you better let off that steel
This is how y'all niggas talk
I come home, I'm on one end
If not, I'll put your life to an end
This is how my niggas feel
Keep it real, you got beef
We got guns, we gon' let off that steal

[Chorus: Kanjia]
You swear you're bustin' guns, water guns are fun
Now you talkin' shit, why you acting big? Nigga, you a bitch
If you phony into rap, Bronx got my back
Go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that
People always asking me why I hold 'em, grow me there
'Cause I drove a Benz, kid, and I got kids, some ain't got shit
So they run shit for me 'cause they ain't got shit
Even if you live it up, do you have to give a fuck?
I'm living in the hood, so I'ma listen when they hear it
You know there's gonna be some commotion

[Verse 2: Cuban Link]
Yo, it's the street soldier, heat holder
Keep a piece 'round each shoulder, peep the folder
Squeezin' my persona til the beef is over
I seen the closer bodies, cobras in the shadow travel
Through gravel, my gat'll leave 'em rattled in the heat of battle
They could try to saddle up in charts through my name
I caught my name on they chest, I put a par through they brain
We far from the same, you ain't got the heart for the pain
I've been sliced, stabbed and shot at, still a target remains
Which means I don't really give a fuck, set 'em up to stick 'em up
Next day, we wear your jewels in front of you like "Nigga, what?"
Duck with my trigger bust, lust for them bigger bucks
Must be the liquor, nigga, quit the game, give it up
The gig is up, y'all niggas suck, I already hit 'em up
Who you gon' trust? You need an army to get rid of us
Ain't no bitches are snitchin' us, we official thugs that live it up
Everything we all-star, you wish you was

[Chorus: Kanjia]
You swear you're bustin' guns, water guns are fun
Now you talkin' shit, why you acting big? Nigga, you a bitch
If you phony into rap, Bronx got my back
Go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that
People always asking me why I hold 'em, grow me there
'Cause I drove a Benz, kid, and I got kids, some ain't got shit
So they run shit for me 'cause they ain't got shit
Even if you live it up, do you have to give a fuck?
I'm living in the hood, so I'ma listen when they hear it
You know there's gonna be some commotion

[Verse 3: True Da Grynch]
I came to rap, you can bet your chains and begets
I'll lame attack out your label mates in the name of respect
And unless you willing to set it up right there
Handle 'em your back and nozzle 'em with the MAC in your right air
We got rocks bigger than yachts, fuck what you might hear
And put metal in your skeleton and leave you right there
And white take black back out your light wear
In the flames of a tunnel with a bright glare
Walkin' and talkin' how you battling them
When your float survive and all you couldn't battle when
Front if you gunning, get clapped under the thunder
Wonder why me and Seis was coming to gun ya
And spit it vicious, fuck critics and dick lickers
'Cause I'ma get the last laugh off when the script switches
Taking a flick in the six with the sickest bitches
Middle fingering all you haters and bitch niggas

[Pre-Chorus: True Da Grynch, Ray Boogie]
This is how hustlers talk
We get dough, we bake bread
Pound of dope is a case for the feds
This is how street niggas feel
Never squeal, keep it real
You got a gun, you better let off that steel
This is how y'all niggas talk
I come home, I'm on one end
If not, I'll put your life to an end
This is how my niggas feel
Keep it real, you got beef
We got guns, we gon' let off that steal

[Outro: Kanjia]
You swear you're bustin' guns, water guns are fun
Now you talkin' shit, why you acting big? Nigga, you a bitch
If you phony into rap, Bronx got my back
Go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that