Intro & Insanity-Poetic Hustla'z

歌手 : Poetic Hustla'z

专辑 : Trials & Tribulations

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:02

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TXT Intro & Insanity-Poetic Hustla'z 文本歌词

(feat. Flesh-N-Bone)

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Three Hustla'z was born up in this world of evil

Sanity, humanity's gone up in them suckas tryin' to trigger me

Figure me out? Hell, naw, it'll never happen

Still cappin' them suckas

I got the tear to show I love it, muthaf**ka

Never once was I hesitant to handle this type of situation

Gimme the grip, I smoke this ni**a

Let's roast him

I'm a Hustla, St. Clair ni**a, bustin' caps if have to

Niggas that's talkin' that sh*t

I'm a flip - don't make me kill ya

Smokin' those, buckin' no hoes, that's how I roll

Ready to ride, just bring your guns

I blaze the blunts to get high 'til I die

I'm bustin' through - you never sleep

I creep up at your window to snatch your soul

Then take cash and bail up outta there, I's gone

We'll I'm known for my flippin' skills

I'm rollin', niggas causin' ruckus

So you best to chill, eliminatin' all suckas at all costs

I pay to be the boss

So, come on, we'll play your game

But it won't be our lives takin' the loss

Sendin' your body into hellified convulsions

Makin' you wish that you had done early mornin' devotion

The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland

Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town

Ready to get beat down with bats and chains

The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland

Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town

Ready to get beat down with bats and chains

Now you can tell there's a time on a brother if you wanna

Now be willing to face the consequences

If I show ya behind the scenes of a genius

I's a Hustla, muthaf**ka

Never trust ya for nothin'

Because you bustas hatin' Hustla'z

You're suckas, for one

I can f**k your b**ch, for two, and it's true

Like TNT, my crew blew up

Nothin' for you, but destruction

Daily kabash, now let me tell you somethin'

If you ain't down with the click, start sh*t, and I'm dumpin'

Pump, pump with the Mossy shotty

Thought that they got me, but I'm a roll

So dare and step up, with my pistol, grip up

Well, instead, anybody better beware

Don't stare when I'm bailin' down your block

You stop, you look, and then very soon drop

Way back in the day they called me B.B. Rock

I'm tryin' to stop any fools who thought that he was livin'

Turned his back on stacks, to the bloodshed

I stop 'em and make sure they come back

Murder crawls on the streets

I roll with heat, and watch my back

At all times for the shyste muthaf**ka's

Tryin' to sneak a TEC with his mind

Remember this: don't let me bring that ho up outta your soul

When it's time to roll

My St. Clair niggas'll point with straight up gun control

Ammunition that'll blow you away

You niggas test, got blessed when you lay in your grave

'Cause crime pays

Callin' me out on the dance floor, ni**a

You know we 'bout to prance

But the outcome ain't sh*t closed to what you planned

Mesmerizin', your a** left in total confusion

Should've read the instructions good, 'cause you're losin'

I've never bothered nobody until they bother me

Especially now, 'cause I'm in this f**kin' industry

Giddy-up, muthaf**ka, 'fore I diss ya

You ain't got the heart to drink the blood

I can't trust ya, muthaf**ka

Gotta know who I'm rollin' with be soldiers for me, the B-double O-G

Yeah, I'm in your veins, die ni**a

What you wanna do?

I run everything from Mississippi from the b**ches to you

I got my clip packed straight in my hip

Ready to dip on them suckas that be set-trippin', rippin', and dippin'

Commonly known to the foes, ni**a, my name is Mo (Mo)

Don't ever get the impression that I'm some kind of ho

'cause once you cross that line

You'll be the victim of your own demise

This means you're gonna die for f**kin' with a cool-a** little ni**a like me

Just throw up your right fist when I roll through your street

Didn't wish to be violent, but don't think that I'm tame

Muthaf**ka, wail his a** with a bang

Niggas is pissin' me off

So my actions are based on reality

Society makes this world we live today in a f**kin' tragedy

Niggas is killin' each other for the root of all evil, the same sequel

Back in the days, you wanna get paid?

You had to do some evil, anything to make your life go foward

We'll run over what's not in order

Mo Thug's in charge, we're rebels

And St. Clair soldiers, comin' from these Cleveland streets

We can't be beat

You slip, and we will really harm ya

Muthaf**ka, you slip, and we will harm ya