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Hustle
(I - I)
Hustle
(I - I)
Hustle
(I - I)
Hustle
(That's right, huh)
(I - I)
Hustle
(I - I)
Hustle
(I - I)
Hustle
(I - I - I - I - I)
Hustle
(That's right, huh)

[Verse 1]
I be on the blocks everyday, with the Glocks in the case, and a bag fulla CDs
No flat-tops or a fade, and no Dr. or Dre, just a n***a with street heat
People that be wolfin like a were, man, I really don’t care
'less a person wanna see me
Then I'm walkin all up in the middle of the street with a wife-beater, solo, and a three-piece
And I be all up in the middle of the window whenever they come pushin
And spendin too much time lookin
I’m tellin you I’m hot up in the kitchen whenever they want cookin
Habanero sauce, that would be the boss
Ain’t nobody comin hotta', then the incism
I see em gettin lost when I'm takin off, I be leavin everybody all up in the ditches
(Take off on em!)
I be so ahead of everybody, they be wonderin' just how a n***a did it
But I get it when I spit and be dumpin off for the sick
I be leavin em in the dirt
When the men all done cracked his head
In a bodybag, Imma zip it
I'm fundin killin could rip and I got em all lookin at me cuz I be offa da shit
If ya lookin to get a hit, I got CDs to getchyou lit
And we gon' burn up everybody that's hatin up in the pit
I be on the graveyard shift cuz I be push in the night, by the gravesite
And I be on the daytime shit cuz I push by the sight in the daylight
24/7, I gotta be steppin in whatever direction if they want my...
Products, CDs, shirts, hoodies, jerseys, beanies, I...
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[Verse 2]
They be goin to sleep at night...
Ion' nevah stop
Different city every night, they still on the block
I be on the road more than I be at home
Everybody want it, so I get em in the zone
Hit em wit the heat and I hit 'em away, gone
Now they lookin at me like I'm next to the throne
Morbidly, everybody has heard a' me cuz I be burnin rappers in the third degree
Maybe it will occur to me, all of you wanna murder me cuz all of my opponents bein' ending up in the surgery
"I been offa him since he did Ticklish."
"I dunno why he sound so ridiculous."
"Everyone I know is all gettin into this."
"I can't understand a word he sayin, it's soundin gibberish."
"Twisted Insane... You're in your own lane. You gotta sick brain. You need to sign with Strange!"
And every single time I hit the stage, I be leavin all the fans, lookin like they filled with novacane
Afflictin' everybody from the toe to the brain
I want everybody from the old to the Yang
I want everybody from the clean to the sick
I want everybody from the [cold?] to the [gain?]
Here we go again - raw with it when I spit it, gotta get it when I been off, in 'em when I hit it with a- fill 'em in a pen tossin' 'em in a river, with the n***as that'll swim 'cross to 'em
Er'body on me...
We gon' give it to em on three
New CDs, fresh DVDs, brand-new Ts, a fat sac a' weed
And if ya lucky then maybe a couple a' O.E.s, I…
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[Outro]
And this a cold game
It's a cold game, ugh
That's real...
It's not made for everybody, homie
Twisted Insane!
Let the beat vibe, mmmm

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