I'm a Hustla

[Intro: Pusha T]

Now how could we not do this one

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]

I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie

'97 had a brick by the muffler crony

Wholesale to my select preferred customers only

The white horse cooked tan you can call it the pony

It's only the soft it twists like a wrestler on me

It hardens, it cools I prove I'm a juggler whoadie

Glock popped got it cheap I'mma smother you

Hovered and govern the corner you hugged then I shuffle you roadie

Face it they change, the game's never loving you sorry

You live for the moment it's gone then they cover you homie

Back against the wall, post up never fall

Never fail, keep a burner close you can fend them off

Get that 10 up off the car and you let it off

Sort of like Avon and Marlo when you set it off

[Bet it all!] Nigga it's war till the metal's off

[Dead 'em all!] Nigga we ride till the pedal's off

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Vicious with the verse I’m as genius as Ray

You niggas seeing nothing on the Zenith like Rae

Black hand white keys ya'll seen this I’m Ray

Got more white in the hood than the KKK

The grand wizard of that almighty blizzard

My numbers come sizzled, I be where they breeding lizards

Now nigga go figure I ain’t been out in two

Switched jewels twice the upgrade was more blue

Now if you got a question nigga save that for Clue

But if you know the answer than you probably copped from dude

Flewish blueish the hues is the newest, the sickest shit the chain is so gratuitous

Break it shake it bake it then you cools it, treat it like them whiteys at Nike and just do it

Hot as me? Fuck no, they mockeries

Flows get quoted like Socrates’ philosophies

[Hook]

R-E-U-P G-A-N-G

R-E-U-P G-A-N-G

[Verse 3: Sandman]

While everybody snitching my niggas play their position

Either you hugged the block or cooked in the kitchen

Or you was a master, good with your fingers

Trying to bag a slab up while that's still wet

Cause the fiends is hovering, smothering fussing and they frustrated with headaches

The rock be their bufferin

'94 till now the block still jumping and

Proper raw was found when niggas had nothing in

I used to scuffle them, 22 illusions

Color top stop don't confuse them

Other blocks hot cause they're losing

Hot cause of shootings

Niggas getting rocked like powder, that's power

I'm in and out of there though

Your hood bitch look good de Janeiro

Rio even she know, kilos I throw at least 3 like cee-lo every time

[Verse 4: Malice]

The bigger they are the harder they fall

Conspiracy theory or life behind bars

When faced with the time they telling it all

That’s the risk that you take playing neighborhood czar

Not just your name, your race is betrayed

You’re the bottom of the food chain, I spit on your grave

You’re the modern day African capturing slaves

How you live with yourself yet can’t escape your face

I put it in the street and they can’t escape the taste

It just keep calling the white when it harden

I’m so at home with it like the Knicks in the Garden

And I can’t say that it don’t beat starving

Any given time Malice with the arsenal

Ya’ll be wearing rosary beads like the cardinal

Of the roman catholic man the boy’s classic reading two hundred for the speed where the dash is