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Rap's a Hustle
作詞:Lamont Dorrell, Cory Mc Kay
I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe She don't even move till I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large I got my pen workin' 16 bars
When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad She make sure we both have She know I got plenty more ready to replace her Bitch better have mine
I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line You did it, I mean, can you dig it She committed to me, she please niggas for me My shits so tight she leave a nigga for me
I met her in a studio, she caught my eye She was with a man over kickin' whack ass rhymes I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her
I see he wasn't treatin' her right I gave her some paper And let her do her thing that night That's right, I took it from that player
He to concerned with his money and his pager She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak I told him, your hoe chose me I'm Goldie Be cool or we can make the heat come out Your pen work for me till the ink run out, player
Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street and I'm goin' for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street nigga もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Yo my rap is uncut raw, out the door Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more Your rap is lactose, you cooled off the glass broke Customers complainin' so I'm never comin' back yo
My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night You made your first sale when I sold out My shit numbs your whole mouth, your's leaves a foul taste My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date
You need a legal aid, my pen got the D A's paid My flows sleepin' in a cave No day's I got the streets in this mad You need a mask to repair the [Incomprehensible]here You see the glass once I flip this track
You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin', ain't no middle men I never short my man or cross my fans Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
It's funny, I'm here, I'm like the crew I used to roll wit' You might as well work for me, I got the clientele Yo put too much cred in that stuff y'all tried to sell That's the reason your empire fell like Goliath
I'm supplyin' ghetto to satisfy you marks NARC's is analiyzin' askin' why this kid Crossed the bridge and comin' through with platinum shinin' Bringin' heat to the street like if I had the iron
For real money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street and I'm goin' for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all
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