Hustlers

Yeah Sup wit' these lame-ass niggas, man? I'm tellin' you Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit You kna' mean? Like y'all built like that Ya'll niggas betta pick up a basketball, or somethin' Ya'll niggas ain't ready for this shit [Memphis Bleek] If a nigga know the Memph I ain't the type to front I'll put any gun to you What type you want? Supply any drug for you What high you want? Bag any chick for you Nice or slut Yeah, I push hot V's My niggas got cheese You run around frontin' Like you niggas got keys You never flipped burgers Your crew, I ain't heard of Matter of fact, I'll murder ya I heard you niggas spit shit But it's indirect Say my name And see where I end this tech I got a lot of love for this But dawg, I'm real When it's beef, it's beef When it's rap, it's real Nuttin' between Alot of frontin' I seen I done analyzed this game It's nuttin' but schemes New ways to sell records I ain't for it Put it out if it's hot Not, Just ignore it, motherfuckers [Hook] (REPEAT 2X) We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas That's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo This is my ghetto I eat, sleep, breathe here To tell the truth, dawg None of us gon' leave here We die young, go to jail for murder 1 On a come-up, nigga And that's where I'm from I done learned from that Puff and that Lopez shit I ain't runnin' in no club on some loco shit I'mma catch you when you sit Put 4 in yo whip Catch your girl in the club Put nut in your bitch Niggas wanna see the Memph go and lose his cool Go and use his tool Nigga, youz the fool You could bootleg my shit I want me a chunk, deuce I'm not a chump, I'll leave you slumped in the trunk What part of that you don't understand? Or ain't hear? Misinterpret? Dawg, I put WORK in I got a name, and my shit sound phenomenal Still keep them thangs Next to the abdominal [Hook] (REPEAT 2X) We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas That's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C [Beanie Sigel] Uh, uh, uh Yeah Before these rhymes I was bustin' these nines Before these raps I was bustin' my gat Before the vocal groups I spoke with the truth Why do catz wanna muffle my speech? Imagine my raps If I wasn't in touch with the street On the block, deep Wit my peeps touchin' the heat I'm used to crack, now I'm slingin' raps Huster wit beats You niggas is lame You catz can't touch what I reach And quiet as kept You niggas can't hush what I speech My story's too deep Life real, clear as the streets See my iced grill, hear my voice clear when you sleep You niggas know me The cat who be tearin' these streets AIN'T NOTHIN' CHANGED But my name when I appeared on these beats It's B-Mac Sigel was the name that they gave me The streets that is I'm tryin' to teach that, kids Cause some niggas don't know that they be clowns Ay yo, the sun don't go down WE GO ROUND [Hook] We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas That's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas That's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C We them hustlers And that's who ya'll know We get low, get dough Flip gold for sho' We them gangstas And that's who we be We got cheese Pop three for R-O-C, nigga