version of this song One time, one time nigga one time! (Where?) Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a
ass nigga when the time is on Throw ya hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get
Sir,Can I Get That Back? [Get What?] Can I Get My Swagger Back? Im 64 Tha Don,I Like Too Count Money I Hustle Hard Hail,Rain,Snow,Sunny I Got Lil Lo With
bust that shit [Verse 2] I'll never happened to me that's what I always said now I'm locked down 50 thou that's for bail I think I'm going to spend it
't say i'm a shooter I just shoot if I need to Gat bust Adrenaline rush High off dust Rap tycoon Mossberg boom Nigga I go through ya whole set I come
for me baby Do what you do for part 2 cousin don't try to play me Breaking it off for fifty popping in (?) city A million dollars gone holla keep em shaking in they parla Cause I
Chorus 2x] (What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street? (What about us?) What about my partners doin' time? (What about us?) What about
the ceiling Nigga get down for his hustle his hustle hustle Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon
us The Masses They are us The sheep, the people Divided in classes I go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My
busted in and said "WHAT'S THAT NOISE!?" Aww, mom you're just jealous, it's the Beastie Boys! You gotta fight, for your right, to paaaaaaaaaarty You gotta fight, for
I can't point the finger at nobody but me but now I lose, I've been used, I've been lied on I used to be private but now I feel I'm being spied on it
s, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, sell 23, tell
right here I dedicate this one right here To all my homies out there grinding You know what I'm saying? Legally and illegally Hahaha... You know what I
just the shit that I am used to Oh nah, I don't bust a chopper but I used to Now I put the word out - I'm sure you niggaz heard 'bout Young boss sold
tussle, nine shots'll bust you Pine box'll stuff you, fuck you! ("Fuck you!") I am not the tussle, niggaz don't know me *skirt* ("COME ON!!") I'm Detroit
for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for
I don't give a fuck, you better understand that Two Zantacs I give a fuck if I sound whack Billboard, drugs is what I kill for I'm Happy Gilmore, you
it's really all in your head And they say when I play I roll over and play dead A funky, funky rhyme is what I got A sellout is what I'm not Boomin'
