| Song | Smilin' in Your Face |
| Artist | Poetic Hustla'z |
| Album | Trials & Tribulations |
| 作曲 : Chappell, Drake, Poole | |
| They smile in our face, yet they playa hate, but it takes a Hustla | |
| They're sad, they're sad, they're sad, they're so sad | |
| [Boogy Nikke] | |
| I puttin' the pressure on all of the bitches | |
| Them snitches, no riches, no love for Mo Thug | |
| Nigga, what, what? It takes a Hustla, muthafucka | |
| Put in a script, and runnin' the business | |
| Watch my eyes, you punk, muthafuckin' nigga | |
| When it's a nigga flippin' the script and ready to pull the trigger | |
| Also, don't give a fuck - if ain't rollin' with Mo Thug | |
| We on top, now - a nigga like Boogy Nikke gon' always be here | |
| I've been there, but differences is I kept it real | |
| I always will - I let my nuts hang like a mack | |
| Word is bond - I didn't do if I said I didn't do it, muthafucka | |
| Check my eye, they never lie | |
| I'm ready to spy inside your heart | |
| I knew it's hate from the start | |
| You know who you are | |
| You grab your click-click-bang, swang them thangs | |
| It really don't matter, you doin' a rain check, nigga | |
| Two-for-two on stretchersThis humbleness will fool ya | |
| Not lettin' me do ya, do ya in for them sizin' up your box, put in a shock | |
| I knowin' that you was a punk-ass bitch | |
| And all bitches ain't women, nigga | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Hook: Tony Tone] | |
| It's the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| [Mo! Hart] | |
| Punk muthafucka | |
| [Tony Tone] | |
| It's the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| [Boogy Nikke] | |
| Bitch-ass nigga, uh-huh | |
| [Tony Tone] | |
| It's the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| Mo Thug is what we screamin' | |
| I came on the scene with this Hustla click | |
| So I take my peace to heart | |
| Been down from day one | |
| Didn't run, whether or not they fell off 'bout screamin' | |
| It really kills me when suckas lie | |
| I seen it in your eyes, want in the business | |
| Despite you fake yet you try | |
| For Tony Tone, really we roll with the Hustla three deep | |
| I never sleep - thank You, Lord, to let us be | |
| Keepin' us safe on these streets | |
| 'Cause strugglin' wasn't all the bad with brothers that I never had | |
| Our dreams were sighted in God's, I ?, united we stand | |
| We are so tall, we ready to brawl by testin' them balls | |
| Niggas be talkin' that shit, that's why we don't like fuckin' with y'all | |
| You wonder why, but I see inside | |
| On the side, I'm just a nigga you despise | |
| You must wanna die right now | |
| Let's put 'em on the pave, now | |
| Lay 'em in grave, 'cause they just wanna keep us down | |
| Fakin', playa hatin', it's smilin' in our face | |
| And fuckin' with nigga, 'cause I'm just an average paper-chaser | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Mo! Hart] | |
| Up in my mind's another world | |
| I watched 'em serve, seldom is heard | |
| Watch what I see, pay close attention around me | |
| Never rely on the one to intentionally clown me | |
| Never speak evil when spoken to | |
| My mind is so clear my thoughts will ride through to you | |
| Call it success, call it intuition | |
| My visions that I see are premonitions | |
| Here I am stuck in this dead-ass dimension of things to come | |
| Searchin' the past, lookin' for clues | |
| The choice is obvious - what next to do? | |
| Try to scream and holler - it's all so useless | |
| Paths of destruction is what they chose | |
| Eyes closed - here I am, standin' in front of your face | |
| Nigga, what you gotta say? | |
| Look at you, muthafucka | |
| You a disgrace! | |
| [Chorus] [Hook] |
| zuò qǔ : Chappell, Drake, Poole | |
| They smile in our face, yet they playa hate, but it takes a Hustla | |
| They' re sad, they' re sad, they' re sad, they' re so sad | |
| Boogy Nikke | |
| I puttin' the pressure on all of the bitches | |
| Them snitches, no riches, no love for Mo Thug | |
| Nigga, what, what? It takes a Hustla, muthafucka | |
| Put in a script, and runnin' the business | |
| Watch my eyes, you punk, muthafuckin' nigga | |
| When it' s a nigga flippin' the script and ready to pull the trigger | |
| Also, don' t give a fuck if ain' t rollin' with Mo Thug | |
| We on top, now a nigga like Boogy Nikke gon' always be here | |
| I' ve been there, but differences is I kept it real | |
| I always will I let my nuts hang like a mack | |
| Word is bond I didn' t do if I said I didn' t do it, muthafucka | |
| Check my eye, they never lie | |
| I' m ready to spy inside your heart | |
| I knew it' s hate from the start | |
| You know who you are | |
| You grab your clickclickbang, swang them thangs | |
| It really don' t matter, you doin' a rain check, nigga | |
| Twofortwo on stretchersThis humbleness will fool ya | |
| Not lettin' me do ya, do ya in for them sizin' up your box, put in a shock | |
| I knowin' that you was a punkass bitch | |
| And all bitches ain' t women, nigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Hook: Tony Tone | |
| It' s the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| Mo! Hart | |
| Punk muthafucka | |
| Tony Tone | |
| It' s the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| Boogy Nikke | |
| Bitchass nigga, uhhuh | |
| Tony Tone | |
| It' s the message Poetic is bringin' | |
| Mo Thug is what we screamin' | |
| I came on the scene with this Hustla click | |
| So I take my peace to heart | |
| Been down from day one | |
| Didn' t run, whether or not they fell off ' bout screamin' | |
| It really kills me when suckas lie | |
| I seen it in your eyes, want in the business | |
| Despite you fake yet you try | |
| For Tony Tone, really we roll with the Hustla three deep | |
| I never sleep thank You, Lord, to let us be | |
| Keepin' us safe on these streets | |
| ' Cause strugglin' wasn' t all the bad with brothers that I never had | |
| Our dreams were sighted in God' s, I nbsp?, united we stand | |
| We are so tall, we ready to brawl by testin' them balls | |
| Niggas be talkin' that shit, that' s why we don' t like fuckin' with y' all | |
| You wonder why, but I see inside | |
| On the side, I' m just a nigga you despise | |
| You must wanna die right now | |
| Let' s put ' em on the pave, now | |
| Lay ' em in grave, ' cause they just wanna keep us down | |
| Fakin', playa hatin', it' s smilin' in our face | |
| And fuckin' with nigga, ' cause I' m just an average paperchaser | |
| Chorus | |
| Mo! Hart | |
| Up in my mind' s another world | |
| I watched ' em serve, seldom is heard | |
| Watch what I see, pay close attention around me | |
| Never rely on the one to intentionally clown me | |
| Never speak evil when spoken to | |
| My mind is so clear my thoughts will ride through to you | |
| Call it success, call it intuition | |
| My visions that I see are premonitions | |
| Here I am stuck in this deadass dimension of things to come | |
| Searchin' the past, lookin' for clues | |
| The choice is obvious what next to do? | |
| Try to scream and holler it' s all so useless | |
| Paths of destruction is what they chose | |
| Eyes closed here I am, standin' in front of your face | |
| Nigga, what you gotta say? | |
| Look at you, muthafucka | |
| You a disgrace! | |
| Chorus Hook |