Naturally Born Lyrics
| Song | Naturally Born |
| Artist | Big Noyd |
| Album | Coalmine Records Presents: Unearthed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You know Queens is in the building | |
| The robberies and killers, man | |
| Knew the Glock was in the ceiling | |
| They bust gats, some rap, some be dealing | |
| But watch out for them thugs, you don’t wanna fuck with em | |
| ’cause niggas real grimy, you have to fucking kill em | |
| They living like life just wiped his ass with em | |
| Just niggas strung out, have your gun out when you see em | |
| That do money hungry, you wouldn't wanna be em | |
| You stick it for 500 and flip it to a G | |
| Put dope in the bags and sell it in the streets | |
| You known as a hustler, watch it, he a cut ya | |
| Dig in your pockets, turn around and gun but ya | |
| Money game when your grain is street hustler | |
| Yeah, bad motherfucker | |
| I’m a naturally born hustler | |
| We don’t get caught up in between | |
| [Hook] | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| I’m a naturally born hustler | |
| I’m a queen stand represent to the fullest | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts | |
| [Verse 2: Large Professor] | |
| Bangin’ on them past, hangin on them ass, ringing on that ass | |
| Rip hard the street slash my professional | |
| Yeah we still sparing in them vestibules, beating niggas | |
| Leavin them like garden investitures | |
| Tryin to stay up while everybody doing bad | |
| Make a little lag, get low down like both stags | |
| It’s too many brothers | |
| Walk around get smothered for the every day word | |
| Play game out the skeleton, lots of cash underneath lots of ash | |
| Where our forefathers used to flame box and flash | |
| For the cameras, light bar vila with the hammers | |
| Too much beef, forget the motherfucking sandwich | |
| From both finish with no folks and no friends | |
| The pain of having chocking about you more trends | |
| Well I maintain on them blocks with oceans of love | |
| Lost four still keeping it rob, get that money thunn | |
| {Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] | |
| I'm from NY where them niggas get that money | |
| Call me the ventriloquist the way I talk with the dummy | |
| Dummy, he ain’t running no side show at | |
| Think is a game, till I buck one in your chest | |
| And make your eyes go back | |
| Repping Corona queens north of boulevard | |
| You can let your chrome scream or you can get bullet scarred | |
| You’re like just stay here, is nothing to pull the job | |
| ’cause niggas know the shit, come out that map fully hard | |
| But not far very take notice, you notice and learn to focus your harm | |
| Niggas watching what time, niggas only rely, no harder desamble | |
| Real dirty with it, niggas who leave your ass for somebody to find you | |
| Here you get no weber on the front it | |
| You even hustle enough the.., the man is shaking down something | |
| ..shake body way on the way down something | |
| For real telling you boy you’d better move at the function | |
| [Hook x 2] |
| You know Queens is in the building | |
| The robberies and killers, man | |
| Knew the Glock was in the ceiling | |
| They bust gats, some rap, some be dealing | |
| But watch out for them thugs, you don' t wanna fuck with em | |
| ' cause niggas real grimy, you have to fucking kill em | |
| They living like life just wiped his ass with em | |
| Just niggas strung out, have your gun out when you see em | |
| That do money hungry, you wouldn' t wanna be em | |
| You stick it for 500 and flip it to a G | |
| Put dope in the bags and sell it in the streets | |
| You known as a hustler, watch it, he a cut ya | |
| Dig in your pockets, turn around and gun but ya | |
| Money game when your grain is street hustler | |
| Yeah, bad motherfucker | |
| I' m a naturally born hustler | |
| We don' t get caught up in between | |
| Hook | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| I' m a naturally born hustler | |
| I' m a queen stand represent to the fullest | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts | |
| Verse 2: Large Professor | |
| Bangin' on them past, hangin on them ass, ringing on that ass | |
| Rip hard the street slash my professional | |
| Yeah we still sparing in them vestibules, beating niggas | |
| Leavin them like garden investitures | |
| Tryin to stay up while everybody doing bad | |
| Make a little lag, get low down like both stags | |
| It' s too many brothers | |
| Walk around get smothered for the every day word | |
| Play game out the skeleton, lots of cash underneath lots of ash | |
| Where our forefathers used to flame box and flash | |
| For the cameras, light bar vila with the hammers | |
| Too much beef, forget the motherfucking sandwich | |
| From both finish with no folks and no friends | |
| The pain of having chocking about you more trends | |
| Well I maintain on them blocks with oceans of love | |
| Lost four still keeping it rob, get that money thunn | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Kool G. Rap | |
| I' m from NY where them niggas get that money | |
| Call me the ventriloquist the way I talk with the dummy | |
| Dummy, he ain' t running no side show at | |
| Think is a game, till I buck one in your chest | |
| And make your eyes go back | |
| Repping Corona queens north of boulevard | |
| You can let your chrome scream or you can get bullet scarred | |
| You' re like just stay here, is nothing to pull the job | |
| ' cause niggas know the shit, come out that map fully hard | |
| But not far very take notice, you notice and learn to focus your harm | |
| Niggas watching what time, niggas only rely, no harder desamble | |
| Real dirty with it, niggas who leave your ass for somebody to find you | |
| Here you get no weber on the front it | |
| You even hustle enough the.., the man is shaking down something | |
| .. shake body way on the way down something | |
| For real telling you boy you' d better move at the function | |
| Hook x 2 |
| You know Queens is in the building | |
| The robberies and killers, man | |
| Knew the Glock was in the ceiling | |
| They bust gats, some rap, some be dealing | |
| But watch out for them thugs, you don' t wanna fuck with em | |
| ' cause niggas real grimy, you have to fucking kill em | |
| They living like life just wiped his ass with em | |
| Just niggas strung out, have your gun out when you see em | |
| That do money hungry, you wouldn' t wanna be em | |
| You stick it for 500 and flip it to a G | |
| Put dope in the bags and sell it in the streets | |
| You known as a hustler, watch it, he a cut ya | |
| Dig in your pockets, turn around and gun but ya | |
| Money game when your grain is street hustler | |
| Yeah, bad motherfucker | |
| I' m a naturally born hustler | |
| We don' t get caught up in between | |
| Hook | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| I' m a naturally born hustler | |
| I' m a queen stand represent to the fullest | |
| Boss, got a hustler to hustler | |
| Some hustlers naturally born with street smarts | |
| Verse 2: Large Professor | |
| Bangin' on them past, hangin on them ass, ringing on that ass | |
| Rip hard the street slash my professional | |
| Yeah we still sparing in them vestibules, beating niggas | |
| Leavin them like garden investitures | |
| Tryin to stay up while everybody doing bad | |
| Make a little lag, get low down like both stags | |
| It' s too many brothers | |
| Walk around get smothered for the every day word | |
| Play game out the skeleton, lots of cash underneath lots of ash | |
| Where our forefathers used to flame box and flash | |
| For the cameras, light bar vila with the hammers | |
| Too much beef, forget the motherfucking sandwich | |
| From both finish with no folks and no friends | |
| The pain of having chocking about you more trends | |
| Well I maintain on them blocks with oceans of love | |
| Lost four still keeping it rob, get that money thunn | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: Kool G. Rap | |
| I' m from NY where them niggas get that money | |
| Call me the ventriloquist the way I talk with the dummy | |
| Dummy, he ain' t running no side show at | |
| Think is a game, till I buck one in your chest | |
| And make your eyes go back | |
| Repping Corona queens north of boulevard | |
| You can let your chrome scream or you can get bullet scarred | |
| You' re like just stay here, is nothing to pull the job | |
| ' cause niggas know the shit, come out that map fully hard | |
| But not far very take notice, you notice and learn to focus your harm | |
| Niggas watching what time, niggas only rely, no harder desamble | |
| Real dirty with it, niggas who leave your ass for somebody to find you | |
| Here you get no weber on the front it | |
| You even hustle enough the.., the man is shaking down something | |
| .. shake body way on the way down something | |
| For real telling you boy you' d better move at the function | |
| Hook x 2 |
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