The Art of Hustle

歌詞

Law #1: never underestimate the enemy See this a very important law Law 2: if a man show a flaw that mean that flaw really exist Never take it for granted never Rule #3: make sure you never break it never sleep where the sack at I'm the hustler's constitution Feds giving back time for retribution you snitching that shit excuses Bang! that's execution and that's my only solution I got from stopping these rat niggas from moving My life a movie not a short film Big budget Denzel Washington, Will Smith yeah Scarface, Al Pacino, Godfather, Marlon Brando A word to the wise watch your guys niggas snakes in disguise Meeting bitches off the gram know they living and lying Cold heart never cried if I did it was blood Little nigga big pride murder that's what it was and that's law See if a nigga See when you got that motherfuckin chip on your shoulder and that big ass pistol and a nigga come playing You gotta show a nigga you mean business you know what I'm saying I'm fighting pain, fame, I never want to change I'm the same still running with the gang Still down to kill a nigga about something petty like a chain [?] You a million dollar nigga got to get that in your brain Now get that in your brain, Bang it's all about the aim We savages we all live the same And it's the art of war nigga like the art of hustle nigga They looking for the goonies but I'm the muscle nigga Ima shooter like Durant I got heart like Russell nigga I lost a million to the plug I never trust another nigga What if I sell a million records will that change the code Will my niggas try to betray me 'cause I know they vultures Will LA Reid see my vision, let me see them wrong [?] Create me a better way to put my people on Will my baby mama finally quit texting my phone Kiss my daughter and my son tell 'em I'm coming home Tell my niggas put the pistols down I'm in the zone I been dropping nothing but gangsta shit on every song This that shit they been waiting for forever long They gave my patna 30 years for talking on the phone I had to watch his mama cry and tell her let's be strong Ima hold him down he won't do all that time alone What if I wasn't a rapper the streets would get annoyed Cause don't nobody tell it how I tell it and you know it What if they say I changed 'cause I went outside the box What's good I kept my plug number so I can get some blocks 18 wheeler full of cocaine I'm talking lots of dope Not believing Mexican plugs fuck a horoscope If you a star where your telescope These niggas high they on hella dope Your favorite rapper hella broke Cars leases they got hella notes Houses rented got eviction notes and everybody already know You fabricated and I'm factionated You sold a million records I got millions of dollars Who really made it huh