project born – hustla lyrics
[verse 1]
i get the paper twenty+four seven, since twenty+two eleven
[?] blow the h+rn drive by i got what you need
anything on the block from ten speed to weed
i’m full of [?] ask me how do i plead
guilty of trying to feed my family
guilty i’ll look you dead in the eye
and tell me buster you ain’t never had enough not to handle me
[?] love to the first degree, that’s what i am
’cause a n+gga gotta get here, just had another kid
[?] d+ck where my sh+t live
[?] drug deals, dro, [?] game out, [?] game [?]
paper i’m ’bout, checkin’ me out
y’all punk fame doin’ sh+t but runnin’ your mouth
[?] scratch paper, paper [?] scratch on us
they tryin’ to put a latch on us
[?] sippin’ coronas
they try to [?] out the game, but they couldn’t do it
so i guess they try to break bones
but they still [?] for me to ride in this game
and all these motherf+ckers know [?]
[verse 2]
in the belly of the beast
i’m slippin’ inside like i’m slidin’ on grease
n+ggas accumulate fast, came together to player hate my ass
it all started one day i was on my porch watchin’ time fly by
me and my cousin smoke and he tellin’ me how
last night they got so high, dig this sh+t, man
you know i’m leanin’ on this rap game
ain’t sold to rock since ’95, strugglin’
[?] gotta maintain, but bust a steel
runnin’ my name like 187 robbery
po’s on my d+ck like i just hit the lottery
n+gga this project mobbery, quit dwellin’ the sh+t that i do
n+gga better get some cash f+ck some ass n+gga like i do
y’all sittin’ around like a bunch of hoes sittin’ around bumpin’ gums
hater had a pocket full of wolf tickets sellin’ two for one
hater never had no hustle, hater never no heart
hater never had no money [?]
my n+ggas get down daily, maybe some of y’all done heard of us
representin’ flint, michigan, project born, murderous
ain’t none of y’all n+ggas servin’ us
[verse 3: skee]
when it comes down to the gunplay
a n+gga don’t say what he wanna say
a n+gga gon’ act how he wanna act
a n+gga don’t talk sh+t when he on the strap
but without that [?] play like black jack
n+gga [?] love and it was from the jump back
now n+gga where the gun at?
make him think to himself like, yeah i should’ve done that
i hit a n+gga so quick and hard
people run out the church like oh my god
people still call me b note, ain’t no stars
still ghetto drinkin’ liquor outta homemade jars
[?] scars well it ain’t no [?] we all in
n+ggas be like d+mn skee i thought we was friends
[?] if you ain’t competitive
get the f+ck out the game, you know my name
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