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(feat. Flesh-N-Bone) |
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[Airplane take-off. Air-traffic control dialogue. Helicopters. Sirens] |
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[Boogy Nikke] |
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Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh |
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Three Hustla'z was born up in this world of evil |
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Sanity, humanity's gone up in them suckas tryin' to trigger me |
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Figure me out? Hell, naw, it'll never happen |
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Still cappin' them suckas |
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I got the tear to show I love it, muthafucka |
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Never once was I hesitant to handle this type of situation |
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Gimme the grip, I smoke this nigga |
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Let's roast him |
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[Tony Tone] |
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I'm a Hustla, St. Clair nigga, bustin' caps if have to |
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Niggas that's talkin' that shit |
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I'm a flip - don't make me kill ya |
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Smokin' those, buckin' no hoes, that's how I roll |
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Ready to ride, just bring your guns |
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I blaze the blunts to get high 'til I die |
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I'm bustin' through - you never sleep |
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I creep up at your window to snatch your soul |
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Then take cash and bail up outta there, I's gone |
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[Mo! Hart] |
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We'll I'm known for my flippin' skills |
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I'm rollin', niggas causin' ruckus |
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So you best to chill, eliminatin' all suckas at all costs |
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I pay to be the boss |
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So, come on, we'll play your game |
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But it won't be our lives takin' the loss |
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Sendin' your body into hellified convulsions |
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Makin' you wish that you had done early mornin' devotion |
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[Chorus: Flesh] |
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The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland |
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Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town |
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Ready to get beat down with bats and chains |
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The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland |
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Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town |
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Ready to get beat down with bats and chains |
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[Boogy Nikke] |
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Now you can tell there's a time on a brother if you wanna |
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Now be willing to face the consequences |
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If I show ya behind the scenes of a genius |
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I's a Hustla, muthafucka |
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Never trust ya for nothin' |
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Because you bustas hatin' Hustla'z |
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You're suckas, for one |
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I can fuck your bitch, for two, and it's true |
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[Flesh] |
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Like TNT, my crew blew up |
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Nothin' for you, but destruction |
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Daily kabash, now let me tell you somethin' |
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If you ain't down with the click, start shit, and I'm dumpin' |
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Pump, pump with the Mossy shotty |
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Thought that they got me, but I'm a roll |
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So dare and step up, with my pistol, grip up |
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Well, instead, anybody better beware |
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Don't stare when I'm bailin' down your block |
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You stop, you look, and then very soon drop |
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Way back in the day they called me B.B. Rock |
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I'm tryin' to stop any fools who thought that he was livin' |
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Turned his back on stacks, to the bloodshed |
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I stop 'em and make sure they come back |
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[Tony Tone] |
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Murder crawls on the streets |
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I roll with heat, and watch my back |
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At all times for the shyste muthafucka's |
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Tryin' to sneak a TEC with his mind |
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Remember this: don't let me bring that ho up outta your soul |
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When it's time to roll |
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My St. Clair niggas'll point with straight up gun control |
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Ammunition that'll blow you away |
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You niggas test, got blessed when you lay in your grave |
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'Cause crime pays |
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[Mo! Hart] |
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Callin' me out on the dance floor, nigga |
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You know we 'bout to prance |
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But the outcome ain't shit closed to what you planned |
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Mesmerizin', your ass left in total confusion |
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Should've read the instructions good, 'cause you're losin' |
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I've never bothered nobody until they bother me |
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Especially now, 'cause I'm in this fuckin' industry |
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[Chorus] |
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[Boogy Nikke] |
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Giddy-up, muthafucka, 'fore I diss ya |
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You ain't got the heart to drink the blood |
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I can't trust ya, muthafucka |
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Gotta know who I'm rollin' with be soldiers for me, the B-double O-G |
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Yeah, I'm in your veins, die nigga |
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What you wanna do? |
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I run everything from Mississippi from the bitches to you |
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I got my clip packed straight in my hip |
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Ready to dip on them suckas that be set-trippin', rippin', and dippin' |
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[Mo! Hart] |
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Commonly known to the foes, nigga, my name is Mo (Mo) |
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Don't ever get the impression that I'm some kind of ho |
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'cause once you cross that line |
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You'll be the victim of your own demise |
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This means you're gonna die for fuckin' with a cool-ass little nigga like me |
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Just throw up your right fist when I roll through your street |
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Didn't wish to be violent, but don't think that I'm tame |
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Muthafucka, wail his ass with a bang |
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[Tony Tone] |
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Niggas is pissin' me off |
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So my actions are based on reality |
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Society makes this world we live today in a fuckin' tragedy |
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Niggas is killin' each other for the root of all evil, the same sequel |
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Back in the days, you wanna get paid? |
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You had to do some evil, anything to make your life go foward |
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We'll run over what's not in order |
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Mo Thug's in charge, we're rebels |
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And St. Clair soldiers, comin' from these Cleveland streets |
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We can't be beat |
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You slip, and we will really harm ya |
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Muthafucka, you slip, and we will harm ya |
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[Chorus] |
