The Hustle
[Intro]
Everybody do the hustle
Check it out, do the hustle
[Verse 1: Posdnuos]
Ayo, get the hell off dat, non-personnel
Only MCs allowed is those who can rock well
Stop screamin', this is about the teaming of the minds
Brooklyn to Long Island, and you can find us
Makin hits followed by music with many flicks with girls
With big tits playin themselves, all across the world
Is the frenzy of the kid wanting to MC for life
See many shades of pay without having trades
Thoughts designed to drink more wine in the ride
Breathin in air that's conditioned
Many many be wishin they could wonder like I
I be Wonder Why, embarking on that Soul expedition
The mission, of many to be licking honey fixins
Blowing money just so you can re-up like Nixon's
The nearest eardrum wants to take a chance
Just to say that they can do the dance, called the hustle
[Verse 2: Dave]
(Do do do do do)
S-O-S, the hustle got you stranded out in the shuffle
Bagged you up in a duffle
Bag (bag), I take the express zone to keep y'all locals
Blowin out your noses, your mannequin poses
Keep the situation plastic, I mask it
(Identifyin' mine takes too much time)
It's a wager higher stakes of what's more deep
Some even do the hustle off-beat, it's the hustle
[Verse 3: Posdnuos]
Yo, I never smoked no weed in my life
Single De La brother, one kid, no wife
And life can be trife, ask the Mobb from Queens
Heads filled with knuckles chuckle when robbing you clean
Fallin out like barrettes, be them vets that didn't know that they
Could be the prayer, wrecking comps and bootleggers
And all them chumps lookin for anything to toss me
Figure me as a police line, don't even cross me
[Verse 4: Dave]
I catch theories over grooves when they tell me I move
Like chess pieces, wild one steps, make heroes on reps
Came to toast MC's like Ted Knight, see I ignite em
When they too close for comfort, and some try to come hurt
My ego, man, it's big like illegal drug business
Stay down, my bare witness, and just electric slide
Aside, five boroughs is the way I come thorough
Makin musical tunes, like my bind-tight squirrel
Beatminerz design, stitched for your behind
Takin you to heights you thought was too high to climb
Averdeen couldn't map it where hurricane collapsed it
For whatever, I'mma strap it where hon' wants to tap it
(44 heads) I make a dead bird sing the hymns
You doubt, I say the shit to make a mute man shout
Big up, to Phife Diggy and La, and Buck Dent
Got to hustle just to pay the rent, so it's the hustle