Yea, feel me,
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Who else wanna hold this down?
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Yea, The hustler,
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I'm the problem lemme introduce myself
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My life rough but, I would never shoot myself
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Anything I once done I execute myself
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I'm a one man army I solute myself
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I'm the hustler lemme introduce myself
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I just stood on the block and got loot myself
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I'm the truth in the booth I solute myself
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You ain't got no wins in me casa
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That piffy get me open I be smokin like a rasta, Vodka,
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Henny get the semi or the choppa, blocka,
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You be screamin "Get me to the doctor!"
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The hustler, Yea,
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Philly, Yea,
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Show time lets go grind its a gold mine we be rich in no time,
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I'm gettin guap strip poppin
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If they hear some they be speakin' in tongues
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What you say? I cant hear you?
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My glock poppin' whats poppin?
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I ain't fuckin dumb, you don't never bust guns,
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What you say? Get the fuck outta here
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Yo, You already know my flow been discussed and I been hustlin I dont really need an introduction
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But I'ma introduce myself anyway,
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I'm the hustler And you could try your hand anyday,
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Anywhere, any place, at any time
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I did plenty crimes, I got pulled like many blimes,
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Look, Yall took my shit way to many times,
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Any rhyme you spit gonna sound like one of mine,
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But the many kind, You a mini me, I'm a amazon, If you wanna battle stand in line,
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I'm a man with mine If you think you better then me then prove it, I'm undefeated,
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You lost before and you gonna lose again,
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You will get chewed again,
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That's what kinda mood I'm in,
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I'm gonna make spittin hot punch lines cool again,
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You dudes hot right where the hot music then?
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People ain't gonna let you keep foolin them,
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Ain't nothin change Im still aimin, bangin still,
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You don't gang bang for real, you still need trainin wheels,
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Cause you not a rider,
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I'll show you how the flamer feels
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Hotter whole clip and a bullet in the chamber feels,
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You don't know how carrying a banger feel,
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You don't get no respect like Rodney Dangerfield You prolly never slammed crack cocaine for real,
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Or took them white things on an airplane for real, I had my young boy slang your grills,
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And this little bitch runnin with the rocker one named a mil,
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You could ask about me my name is real,
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I'm a one man army and I was trained to kill,
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For real.
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Speaking In Tongues
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| Cassidy |
