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triple seis - hustler lyrics

[verse 1: triple seis]
come on, get real with it
y’all n+ggas ain’t about nothing
why you stunting like you still did it, fronting like you still with it
acting like you’re so committed when you know you gon’ quit it
you never gon’ make it, you ain’t a hustler, dawg
every time you get work, you be coming up short
therefore, you a prison of war
declared dead on the block, at the age of thirty+four
with your bills unpaid for and your grill’s unpaid for
even your family behind the dirty and poor
all this sh+t is uncalled for, you better mind what’s yours
f+cking with mines, i run up for war, understand me, leave me alone stay in the zone before i make you leave this rap sh+t alone
all you young rappers is clones, how you gon’
run with a n+gga’s style, come with your own
[pre+chorus: true da grynch, ray boogie]
this is how hustlers talk
we get dough, we bake bread
pound of dope is a case for the feds
this is how street n+ggas feel
never squeal, keep it real
you got a gun, you better let off that steel
this is how y’all n+ggas talk
i come home, i’m on one end
if not, i’ll put your life to an end
this is how my n+ggas feel
keep it real, you got beef
we got guns, we gon’ let off that steal

[chorus]
you swear you’re bustin’ guns, water guns are fun
now you talkin’ sh+t, why you acting big? n+gga, you a b+tch
if you phony into rap, bronx got my back
go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that
people always asking me why i hold ’em, grow me there
’cause i drove a benz, kid, and i got kids, some ain’t got sh+t
so they run sh+t for me ’cause they ain’t got sh+t
even if you live it up, do you have to give a f+ck?
i’m living in the hood, so i’ma listen when they hear it
you know there’s gonna be some commotion
[verse 2: cuban link]
yo, it’s the street soldier, heat holder
keep a piece ’round each shoulder, peep the folder
squeezin’ my persona til the beef is over
i seen the closer bodies, cobras in the shadow travel
through gravel, my gat’ll leave ’em rattled in the heat of battle
they could try to saddle up in charts through my name
i caught my name on they chest, i put a par through they brain
we far from the same, you ain’t got the heart for the pain
i’ve been sliced, stabbed and shot at, still a target remains
which means i don’t really give a f+ck, set ’em up to stick ’em up
next day, we wear your jewels in front of you like “n+gga, what?”
duck with my trigger bust, l+st for them bigger bucks
must be the liquor, n+gga, quit the game, give it up
the gig is up, y’all n+ggas suck, i already hit ’em up
who you gon’ trust? you need an omen to get rid of us
ain’t no b+tches are snitchin’ us, we official thugs that live it up
everything we all+star, you wish you was

[chorus]
you swear you’re bustin’ guns, water guns are fun
now you talkin’ sh+t, why you acting big? n+gga, you a b+tch
if you phony into rap, bronx got my back
go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that
people always asking me why i hold ’em, grow me there
’cause i drove a benz, kid, and i got kids, some ain’t got sh+t
so they run sh+t for me ’cause they ain’t got sh+t
even if you live it up, do you have to give a f+ck?
i’m living in the hood, so i’ma listen when they hear it
you know there’s gonna be some commotion
[verse 3: true da grynch]
i came to rap, you can bet your chains and begets
i’ll lame attack out your label mates in the name of respect
and unless you willing to set it up right there
handle ’em your back and nozzle ’em with the mac in your right air
we got rocks bigger than yachts, f+ck what you might hear
and put metal in your skeleton and leave you right there
and white take black back out your light wear
in the flames of a tunnel with a bright glare
walkin’ and talkin’ how you battling them
when your float survive and all you couldn’t battle when
front if you gunning, get clapped under the thunder
wonder why me and seis was coming to gun ya
and spit it vicious, f+ck critics and d+ck l!ckers
’cause i’ma get the last laugh off when the script switches
taking a fl!ck in the six with the sickest b+tches
middle fingering all you haters and b+tch n+ggas

[pre+chorus: true da grynch, ray boogie]
this is how hustlers talk
we get dough, we bake bread
pound of dope is a case for the feds
this is how street n+ggas feel
never squeal, keep it real
you got a gun, you better let off that steel
this is how y’all n+ggas talk
i come home, i’m on one end
if not, i’ll put your life to an end
this is how my n+ggas feel
keep it real, you got beef
we got guns, we gon’ let off that steal

[outro]
you swear you’re bustin’ guns, water guns are fun
now you talkin’ sh+t, why you acting big? n+gga, you a b+tch
if you phony into rap, bronx got my back
go look in the back, go and get the gats, as simple as that

- triple seis lyrics

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