the motherfuckin' weapon Straight doin' it I'm worst than a dope fiend Or wid some dame I get psyche off the cheap green [HOOK:] Niggas be doin' it straight be doin' it
feelin', dig it, vibe out the Bone, Straight of the dome, up in it player lets go, flow so strong. -Layzie Bone- No matter how we do it we gon' always
were gritty *hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle constantly, Sky looks grey London city wish they graftin cos were gritty *hustle hustle constantly, hustle hustle hustle
Flowin' through my system, you a victim Blunts, I twist em', fuck the whole world It's us against them You got some heat? Pull it out Cock the hammer if you wit' it
with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world
know how it feel, don't you? To have a murder charge, took gun to the American Music Awards And live life against stars Doin' 170 screamin', "Fuck the world
Hennessey straight Till I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts And turn killers into girl scouts works of art Picasso from the Hydro roller slash hustler
straight from H-town to New Orleans New human beings puttin it down like a mic or not replace the slot open up shop we 'bout to make it hot Stop with ya devilish doins
, they don't want none, just get it crackin' get it pappin' they gon' run/ I'm up early to get my hustle on, later to get it strong and I'm gone/ Gotta
that I'm holdin' it down So I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight Okay now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it Every verse I ever gave ya, it
used to buy it but I just supply it now Y'all used to talk but you're all quiet now You know what it is that really makes it scrape it Have a lot of
to spread it through my own hood, givin it back Like munky jackson, I be back son Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son Shit I keep it real
to spread it through my own hood, givin it back Like Munky Jackson, I be back son Cats are blast, screamin my mac, it's black son Shit I keep it real
Hustle, hustle constantly Hustle, hustle constantly Sky looks grey in London City We stay graftin' 'cause we?re gritty Hustle, hustle constantly Hustle, hustle
straight Till I earl out, Third World clout I'll take niggas hearts and turn killers into girl scouts Work of arts, Picasso's from the hydro roller/hustler
's career I cock back at bust in the air give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight 'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take
