Skull and Bones Silver spurs come his and hers, just live and learn Snipers on the roof's for troops, that's for whom it concern's Applaud the whore'
rappers, keep snacking, so keep slacking I'm lap running and speed bagging, heavy bagging, body hooking and left jabbing Make you miscount an attack, then I step back and
the cross Blood of the whore, dead man's desire Skin turns red and eyes to fire Well, feed me lies, lap dance me dead Tie me up and do it again Tattooed
7-4-O and drunk off Ma-mo and I'm goin' to Cancun and fuck no, you can't go and you wanna catch a tan and fuck my man too Sayin', 'I ain't no, Boo, is
Just give us something to keep us trying And the whores hustle and the hustlers whore Too many people are out of love The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
stop that You in the way girl? Boom when I block that Treated your physique like a beat and I rock that You got your Hustle? I ain't trying to Knock that Drop carats and
down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
I smoke joke and grin, and fuck your best friend Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin
better I plan never to fall short again, I want game Wootay I'ma tell ya no pain no gain I hustle hard for what I want that's how I get it I struggle hard and
style of graffiti is Squeezin just, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt And leavin with my life lessons embedded in ya dirt [Slug] We work, move, and hustle
want to brag but you ain't tried to hear about The money drugs and women that I wanna ask Smoked so much that I am going brain dead Whores are made of
hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'm the one If you get shot and run to the cop, you not like me
's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE [Chorus
spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella wasn't meant For this old world anyway Gambling and whoring
seen Mike and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?", "Yeah I'm sure" I saw the whore
and Ben with your wife and a friend And they just got a room at the Holiday Inn" "It's my wife, you sure?", "Yeah I'm sure I saw the whore soon as she
man could hear Back to the silence, no more droppin' science Everybody rappin' 'bout diamonds and violence And A&R's all they do is charge credit cards And