Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap's a Hustle, artist - Cormega. Album song The Realness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aura
Song language: English
Rap's a Hustle |
I’ma pimp, a pen’s my hoe |
She don’t ever move until I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large |
I got my pen workin'16 bars |
When I’m happy she happy, sad she sad |
She make sure we both have |
She know I got plenty more to replace her |
Bitch better have mine |
I’m not lettin’no pen get out of line |
You did it, I mean, can you dig it She committed to me, she please niggas for me My shit’s so tight she leave a nigga for me I met her in a studio, she caught my eye |
With her over kickin’whack ass rhymes |
I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her |
Like my shit ain’t ill enough to overpower her |
I see he wasn’t treatin’her right |
So I gave her some paper |
And let her do her thing that night |
Thats right, I took it from that player |
He to concerned with his money and his pager |
She told me, shit he be kickin’is so weak |
I told him, your hoe chose me I’m goldie |
Be cool, or we can make the heat come out |
Your pen work for me 'till the ink run out (player) |
Money talks and bullshit walks |
Rap is a hustle y’all |
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme |
Put me on the street I’m goin’for mines |
Money talks and bullshit walks |
Rap is a hustle y’all |
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme |
Put me on the street nigga |
My rap is uncut raw, out the door |
Type shit to have fiends lookin’for more |
Your rap is lactose; |
you cooled off, the glass broke |
Customers complainin’never comin’back yo My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night |
You made your first sale when I sold out |
My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste |
My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date |
You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA’s paid |
My flows sleepin’in a cave |
No day’s I got the streets in this mad |
You need a mask to repair the? |
here |
You see the glass once I flip this track |
You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days |
Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain’t no middle men |
I never short my man or cross my fans |
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand |
It’s funny, I’m here, I’m like the crew I used to roll wit' |
You might as well work for me, I got the clientele |
Y’all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell |
Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath |
I’m supplyin’the ghetto to satisfy you |
Marks, NARC’s, is analiyzin’why this kid |
Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin' |
Bringin’heat to the street like I had the iron |
Money talks and bullshit walks |
Rap is a hustle y’all |
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme |
Put me on the street I’m goin’for mines |
Money talks and bullshit walks |
Rap is a hustle y’all |