A Milli

Them awards rappers usually bring
Home I ain't get cause I ain't shit and I
Ain't sell enough ringtones
You can't be the King on the
Throne unless you mess with males
I'm not a homo, so I don't expect to sell
But I expect to get respect fck record sells
If a nigga direspect me he can catch a shell
But for first degree you
Get the death penalty
Or life without the posibility
Dat mean death in jail, unless you tell
And rat on somebody else
And put ya body on somebody
Else yea dat'll probaly help
But if you snitch just body yourself
Put the chrome to your own
Dome and hollow yourself
Man my style so smooth dat
My trial made the news
I came home and spent a couple
Hundred thou on some jewels i'm a pimp
But I don't rock crocidile shoes
I pop the tool and make
A nigga crocidile food yea

Wat

I'm steady grindin, steady rhymin
Steady puffin
Steady drinkin, steady thinkin
Steady hustlin
Chicks niggas trynna get I'm already fckin
I'm steady pipin and u steady wifin
Steady cuffin
Dog you just barking, talking very tough and
Catch a case and start
Talkin like Teddy Ruxpin
Homey said he had a body
But he probaly bluffin
He don't clap lead dat cat just a crackhead
An that shit, right thurr leave cats dead
I don't fuck with that
I'm jus a haze and cognac head
I used to stack bread before
The heads was that big
That's why you hear my
Music bumpin like blackheads
I don't think rap dead but
Cats just doin it wrong
I don't know wat be goin on
When he doin the song
I don't why he even put
That verse on the song
He probaly high and that shit
He be doin is strong
He been moved out the hood
He been gone too long
He don't know wats goin on
That nigga cotton soft
But I'm from phila we really
Lettin them choppers off
U keep claimin u a hustler who you coppin off
Or who coppin from you wat you knockin off
U don't sell nothin but records
Nigga knock it off
Your girl mock me off yea I knocked her off
And ya'll start kissin like right
After I dropped her off yea

The Hustler