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