[Intro: Mark Curry]
Yeah, ah
Ah-oh, startin' to feel this
Ah, yeah, startin' to feel it (n***a, this crazy)

[Verse 1: Black Rob]
Yo, who these cats think they is
Takin' they business 'round here?
Yo, dawg, don't even go there
This is ours, we built this from the ground on up
Now it's flowers, I think you best to round on up
Your entourage, slim chance of y'all gettin' large
It's non-cipher, that's because B-R's in charge of the set here
Cats is known for gettin' wet here, and left here
Till the cops come pick us up

[Verse 2: Mark Curry]
Steppin' in territory that's corrupt
Pushin' your luck
Intrudin' where shit's already sewed up, n***a fold up
You and your two amigos'll get slain
This ain't the place to try to gain fame from
You gets burnt in the streets a n***a worked hard to make
And I'll be damned if I let another brother take it alive for his own sake
They better vacate promptly
'Fore they get they ass stomped
Listen, take heed to what we sayin' n***as
[Chorus: Mario Winans]
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
Then you gotta have hustle (muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
Then you gotta have hustle (muscle game)
(We lay down the muscle game)

[Collision: Diddy]
You see, in this game, only the strong will survive, and the weak shall pass
See, a lot of cats think with they brawn, not with they brain, ha
C'mon, man
Fuck with me, I'll drop a million dollars on your head
Erase you and your whole family, beeyatch
Come on. Now that's muscle

[Verse 3: Black Rob]
We won't lie, sometimes we stick 'em up
Last time it wasn't us, though, word
Like some hoes did 'em up
And nine Glocks hit 'em up
How I know it was your dough?
'Cause I was right there when they split it up
See I could tell you where to find the corpse
But that cheddar, I'm afraid, dawg, that's gone forever

[Verse 4: Mark Curry]
Greed for wealth got us stingy
We got a spot that's hot, n***as envy
The fact we clock mad dough
They wanna see us shut down, but no
I don't think so, the crew is still rakin' in the cash flow
For every dime bag sold on this block, we want in
One slung behind the back, it's under the skin
When n***as try to step to the block and bogart
We can't see it happenin', warned them first, "Get the fuck out of Dodge"
Better believe that, test it
And see if we don't put you on your back, n***as
[Chorus: Mario Winans]
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
Then you gotta have hustle (muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle (muscle game)
Then you gotta have hustle (It's all in the muscle game, we lay down the muscle game)

[Collision: Diddy]
See, talk is cheap, but Bad Boys move in silence
You ain't even gon' hear me comin', ha ha
You just gonna wake up with a bunch of angels flyin' around your head
You feel me? You're dealin' with another type of muscle

[Verse 5: Black Rob & (Puff Daddy)]
Now bein' that it's all out war
I'm bringin more than that 4-4 (Come on, take that, take that, take that, take that)
Watch me dispose of all y'all
Y'all fraud-ass n***as, tape-made-me-bored-ass n***as
Gun-bigger-than-sword-ass n***as
Now enter in the ring, gun drawn, makin' moves like pawns
Two at a time, comin' for mine like it's on, n***a, CBS
He can't be serious, finesse
He don't believe I keep a gun under the vest

[Verse 6: Mark Curry & (Puff Daddy)]
You think you can destroy this empire we built from scratch, you're stupid
I wouldn't care how ruthless your crew is (Haha)
We got defense for this area
Try to attack, mad n***as on the barriers
Just dyin' to blast back, bitch
There'll be no givin' and no takin', definitely no breakin'
Laws we lay down, here's the situation:
Severe torture is what those who offend us face
I show no love for a punk-ass n***a we hate
Tryin' to pay me no brow and then come up missin'?
Happens to hard-headed n***as when they don't listen
I gave you fair warnin' bout the danger you're messin' with
A stranger invadin' a street corner is a goner
Try me if you think it's a lie
The attitude many n***as have
But in the process many die
Thinkin' they can step to the block and bogart
I couldn't see it happenin', warned 'em first, "Get the fuck outta Dodge"
(Get the fuck outta Dodge)
[Chorus: Mario Winans]
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle (it's all in the muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle (it's all in the muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle (it's all in the muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle (it's all in the muscle game)
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle

[Collision: Diddy]
This is our game right here. We ain't playin' with you weak n***as
Come on, now, I been doin' this for too long, man
If you ain't got the muscle, better have that hustle
It's 1999, no more mister nice guy
I've been nice too long, I'm just gon' start makin' y'all n***as disappear, man
First, I'm gonna take your records off the radio, then I'm gon' motherfuckin' erase your social security number, you know
Take your birth certificate out of the file
I'm gonna do that to your whole fucking family, I ain't gonna have no mercy for you
You understand? Come on, no mister nice guy
If you ain't got the muscle, you'd better have the hustle
Or keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut, beeyatch

[Outro: Mario Winans]
If you don't have the muscle
Then you gotta have hustle