We are not crazy Were are not afraid of your grown-ups We'll go ask the queen of this kingdom If you won't let us play with screws and hammers We are
: We are not crazy Were are not afraid of your grown-ups We'll go ask the queen of this kingdom If you won't let us play with screws and hammers We are
his war? Bodies laying, shotty's spraying Daddy is drinking, mommy is praying Caddy's, Lincolns, I'm up in the A.M. Streets is mayhem, cops is aiming at our playgrounds
knowhatI'msayin? (In the ghetto) [OneBeLo] Landlords don't do nothin but collect rent Police don't patrol, serve or protect it Brothers don't allow others to hustle
sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler
sipper, thank me to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, like a midnight jet, my soul roams off to dallas, its somethin like cream when we hustle on
nuttin' Get up, get out, get the fuck and stop frontin' Get on before we spit on your whole whack crew Y'all Niggaz, do what you do No keys, no cheese
sneakers, got clothes, nigga, you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler
much I'm comin' through in the clutch see My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel Or is it just my style of hustle makin' a mark To rumble the playgrounds
tight bike pants So get up on it , hoe, you?ll only get one chance To work out, the soreness in your muscles Do your own thing, even the hustle MC?s
Nigga wanna hustle Nigga wanna sell dope where we grow up nigga Ride with me and learn something nigga If not, stay away my playground nigga Yeah, this
Escape Thank God That Im Up In The States Cuz If I Wuz In Russia Who Wud Know How Theyd Do A Hustla W8 I Aint A Hustla Im Str8 Im Dam Near A Busta No
Got sneakers got clothes nigga you do the math Push to hustle but the point is just to stack that cash Tales of a hustler....
You knowhatI'msayin? (In the ghetto) [OneBeLo] Landlords don't do nothin but collect rent Police don't patrol, serve or protect it Brothers don't allow others to hustle
to you live from the middle of Bed-Stuy Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides Sex, drugs, money, lies, baby you could decide I had to do it every
in tight bike pants So get up on it (HOE!) you'll only get one chance to work out, the soreness in your muscles Do your own thing, even the hustle MC'
