Hustler feat Trav and Animal
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I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I didn't fall from heaven, I rose from hell
Big boy get bagged, they gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when they close the jail
Be careful but promote yourself
That's what they told me
Involved but unconcerned
Fuck beef, when it dissolve it does not return
I don't leave, stagnate, nor move off beat
So discreet, very rarely do I move on feet
I rough ride, twin rugers on the side of my seats
Drive-bys, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out, never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homicide of a live forensic
Homะตs finish, scrambling, caught in a scrimmage
Twะตlve shells ricochetin' in 'em, cause 'em to hemorrhage
Get the casket, embalm and forget the bastard
For moving backwards, New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
All these niggas know is
Get money, burn a lot of smoke
Lazy niggas was sleeping, I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the fishes, I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts, I supply the dirt
Cause don't nothing scare me worse than dying broke
I am poking on my ribs while I'm laying in the Taurus
I live this shit, y'all just performers
I seen thugs turn informants
Crooked cops running the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she fucking the judge
I was once told, that you reap what you sow
And uhh, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And uhh, it's quiet money so we speaking in codes
Like, why should I trust ya nigga? I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
Yo, Jesus Christ, yo, he just nice
Like a Ginsu blade, nigga, he just slice
To get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long
Anybody can spit, but can you make a hot song?
Nigga, not long, like Biggie said, you're dead wrong
Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
Watch us, the way we floss up in Port knockers
Walk right past security with them poppers
Like what? Who the fuck gon' stop us?
Y'all wait until the summer, fucking album droppers
I know y'all hate it, cause your flows are outdated
You finished as an artist and I finally made it
Nigga paid my dues, in this game patiently waiting
Niggas ain't give me shit, I had to take it
It's A. Dot, all year round I stay hot
Nigga play not, ride through your block in that grey drop
They call me head hunter, the head is all I aim for
That top spot, nigga, what you think I came for?
These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
And now your man is like, "What y'all said his name for?"
The hustler, motherfucking animal
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service
I'm a hustler, at my service