| VERSE 1: NECRO
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| I was a thug paid off the illegal drug trade
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| What you need? |
| touch ya, cut ya jug with a blade
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| Fuck the pig brigade, carry a nickel plate
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| Try to vic me for a nickel, I’ll stick a sickle in your face
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| Like Griselda Blanco, paid like Banco Popular
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| Jewels like Zelda, default on your payments
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| I’ll pop you pa, smooth like velvet
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| Jet in the Bronco, pushing more rock than Gibraltar
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| Trafficking, bitch you need Massengill
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| Another balloon in your ass again, hash and krills
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| Sell 'em to Ashton Kutcher lookalikes
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| The fashion biz, Kardashian, cash hooker types
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| Distribution, piss the putrid
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| Piece of rubber out your pussy, bitch, before it’s polluted
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| No time to shoot the shit, cause when you finish takin a shit
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| Some motherfuckers gonna shoot it
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| People get shot to shit over a hit
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| You’re shot, you got a rock of coke on your beard (Hit it!)
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| Like George Jung, with a bong
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| No deposits, money in storage in closets, out the bung
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| Skunk in your lungs, coke numb the tongue
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| Plenty funds, pushin twenty tons in uranium drums
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| From Panamanian slums, Ukrainian cum dumpster mules
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| Transport in their rump, enema Tums
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| CHORUS: NECRO
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| I’m a Hustler, I ain’t sellin to you if I don’t trust ya
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| If we suspect you, it’s the criminal custom
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| To grab the musket and bust ya, that’s a true hustler
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| Customs police would love to bust ya, ship you on a bus
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| Lock you till you’re old with an ulcer
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| Don’t snitch, cum guzzler, man with a vulva
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| Shut the fuck up like a muffler, son, like Larry I’m a Hustler
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| VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP
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| G the king of strip sales, fish scale, brick mail
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| My ship sail in bringin a Moby Dick whale
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| All flavors, white, beige or beiger
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| Freeze like anesthesia, Anastasia
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| Of gram weighers, 100 percent Colombian handmade
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| Acres of land, man labored
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| Alaskan salmon have your heart beatin faster, damn it
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| Got lines to blow your mind like grams packed in a cannon
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| More ki’s of porgy, the raw be the door key
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| To open up sluts, whores, be in an orgy
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| From coffee grounds to get around authorities
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| Never get bored of the bread or Boar’s Head cheese
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| My red snapper’s the dead president head stacker
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| Pots over red crackling flames, package of caine
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| Let it strain on red napkins, fiends get fed the crackers
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| Stay ahead of the fed crackers
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| Swordfish is flawless, we lawless
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| The strip got a D on it like Warwick, I can’t call it
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| All I know is before my niggas do more bids
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| One more pig to the morgue, shit get morbid
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| I’m Morpheus, I morph to a warship
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| Tap your top, get the message in Morse code
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| Head wrapped like the Moors did on horses
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| Seahorse come out a poor kid’s pores, kid
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| CHORUS: NECRO
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| I’m a Hustler, I ain’t sellin to you if I don’t trust ya
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| If we suspect you, it’s the criminal custom
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| To grab the musket and bust ya, that’s a true hustler
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| Customs police would love to bust ya, ship you on a bus
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| Lock you till you’re old with an ulcer
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| Don’t snitch, cum guzzler, man with a vulva
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| Shut the fuck up like a muffler, son, like Larry I’m a Hustler |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hustler , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп