Lyrics
lyrical hustla
-intro-
i want u muthafuckaz 2 kno......
dat im a lyrical hustla,hustla,hustla,
death when da spark touchin ya,touchin ya
but im not 1 4 braggin bout bein a gangsta,
jus watch out when i shoulder lean wanksta
-verse1-
shit im a hustla by injection,not rejection,lyricist at da same perception,
i bring da pain and deception,wit any weapon,im cletchin,
n neva shit in da same pot i piss in,
the trigger of thought is itchin,2 squeeze the ink 2 make an impression,
im here 2 teach these new kids a lesson,neva rely on a chance u second guessin,
if u make it out these cold streets take it as a blessin,
cuz fuckin wit crack heads jus mean u need da rite contraception,
so whether it b a knife,tek,or an all black smith & wesson,
watch ya back n ta neva leave home w/o weapons of destruction,
king of body stretchin,da type 2 practice wut he preachin,
reachin for dat promise 2 live 4 reason,but niggaz make me look 4 a reason,
2 leave a carcuss barely breathin,leavin w/o a trace of breachin's,
hop back in da ride n all they heard were da wheels burnin n screchin//
-hook-
wutchu want whoodie cuz i got wut u need,
whether it b coke,dope,g,or weed,
if u lookin 4 dat bomb shortie holla at me,
cuz im a lyrical hustla servin flow wit a evil seed,
tainted by a hustlaz ambitionz & gangstaz dreams
-verse2-
u could hate it or love it,but 1 hit from my crack,u gonna keep comin back cuz u need it,im here 2 feed ur addiction now feed it,
feel da weed hits,when my vocals rock da drum kits,if u hatin u worse then a dumb bitch,cuz i aint hustlin 4 nuttin nigga i got dreams
of infinite chips,new whip everyday new chick,cuz im lookin 4 dat everyday new shit,wit each word i spit,its an automatic street hit,
n 2 da bitch niggaz i get'em done click clacked quick,the chopper is sick,jump off my dick u punk bitch,where im from niggaz move slick,
"anotha body found in da gutta"is all ya hear when da record skip,but dats how da waterfalls like tlc's classic,i kno it hurts but this kid a bastard,
the art of war ive mastered,plastered wit weed n beer,i smell da aroma of fear,when hataz pressence is near,n i aint gonna drop no tear,
when i cock this here,i jus wanna make things clear//its dat dirty jersey,u heard me,i curb g's,disturbed please,hataz deserve shots 2 they knees,
i cut down sized mc's,put ya soul 2 ease,n leave jus enough breath 4 ya ghost 2 breathe,dat smell is peppa spray n smoke from trees,
2 intensify effect when ya body weez,jeez u muthafuckaz so touchy,sit down u kno u cant touch me,leave u internally bleed,hi di ho like krayzie
bone,when i rock the scene,im in it 2 win i fiend da cream,cash rule everything about me,n not 1 of u muthafuckaz gonna stop me,im cocky,
make u think my gun's latin the way it gets papi(poppy*)
-hook-
wutchu want whoodie cuz i got wut u need,
whether it b coke,dope,g,or weed,
if u lookin 4 dat bomb shortie holla at me,
cuz im a lyrical hustla servin flow wit a evil seed,
tainted by a hustlaz ambitionz & gangstaz dreams
-verse3-
u heard dat nigga,cash rule everything about me nigga,im cocky,make u think my gun's latin da way it gets papi nigga,
im down 2 take a chance its yatzee nigga,im raspy,but classy nigga,so when a broad walk pass well they neva past me,
so i guess u can call me a pimpin nigga,i aint kelis but im bosey nigga//expelled 2 writin rhymes,instigatin a crime,cuz i feel da pressure,
of leavin ya body lumped against ya dresser's implied//dats why i smoke trees,to let the breeze,carry ya screams,2 a new murda scene,
damn rite i like the attention,cuz im givin da game sumtin its been missin//the knowledge of wisdom my lyrics analyze,this rap shit 2 normalize,
cuz 2 many niggaz wanna ride,but run inside,once da bullets fly,every time i rip da mic i feel alive,so i kno inside,ima b puttin it down like
this til da day i die//who u kno serve flow,wit such a spirted glow,use depression as a means 2 grow,cuz when i get on the m
