Discussion in 'Cypher' started by Young Vagne, Jul 19, 2005.
You can't tell how a real hustla do/
I fuck with big bucks, you roll with just a few/
..Sit back and watch how a real hustler do..
..When suggestion doesn't work some real muscle'd do..
dis hustla got somethin to mention, fuck suggestions
got the gun in the trunk ask questions
... let the KID, in this BITCH, man Im RICH... man I floss...
Kept my +Money+ runnin' but stopped the +Blood+ like menopuase...
i count my sluts like y'all count money
in my mansion they look all look like a playboy bunny
every girl wants to suck the dick im packin
cuz thats what them fake ³³³³³'s is lackin
There's a sayin, A pimp's money is soon in my pocket/
cuz his bitch just fled and jumped on my rocket //
Don't need no ice to prove my ways fool /
I got kids all over from K to grade school //
Man I got more baby mamas than Evander Holyfield /
I even fathered a member of the group Soul for Real //
i fuck more bitches than you spit rhymes
and that'll be true till the end times
ima a hustla..in china.. i sold pounds of rice/
pushin mad weight..like im benchpressin.. the old kelly price/
the streets is mean..but my hustle game is nice/
the kid get his weight off.. like biggies wife/
yo all y'all lyin well im telin the truth
i fuck all the bitches and my dick is the proof
wit ya herpes and aids yea we believe you...
just come to me if u need that burn, it'll probly relieve you//
i aint talkin bout looks stupid fuck
when i get horny and turn people gotta jump up or duck
I ain't gonna jump^, I ain't gonna duck
When you do, that's when I'm displayin ya guts
Slayin this fuck, then rapin his mutt
Give a shit if they come wit k-9 for the blood
Trail will be cold, no bail to behold
Get back to a grill and steaks wit L's inna fold
this is bout hustlin?????
when i say im losin weight i aint talkin bout fat cells,
im on the block wit the glock cocked producin some crack sales,
Crack sales^ then get knocked or gatted and fail^
I'm only holding E, shrooms or weed inna sack inna sale
I hold massive L's every time I have to pass a bail
But murkin on sum1^ is from blunts and hackin till I'm pale
I keep money in my closet and drugs in veins
You'd think I was runnin tests for a pharmaceutical typa blaze
I chill and flip bricks and pills for days
I'm a real hustla^ you a real busta fucker
Sellin rocks gonna get you killed or mugged or
Maybe even worse, the see you with caine and they fiend and worse
You gonna leave sum scene inna hearse
Keep playin wit G's of urge
You gonna get outta prison and needa perch...
that real cute 2 LINES DUMB AZZ
U^ dont really know what that cake about
cuz biootch i could turn my phone off an make a drout
2 lines is what you probly snort in the mornin
Before rollin of ya moms wakin up and snorin...^
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