Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mc Hustler, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Song language: English
Mc Hustler |
| I’m just an MC hustlin, hustlin |
| Just an MC hustlin, hustlin |
| I’m a general, in this hip hop army, yeah |
| Highly ranked, thick like a tank |
| Well-equipped for niggas poppin shit |
| Rapifier, now plug the wire let’s get down to it |
| I’m frustrated, uh, filled with anger |
| Feel like jumpin in the wash and just chill on the hanger |
| But uh, mama didn’t raise no quitters |
| So uh, what you want and what you need I deliver |
| Mass confusion, boozin, drug using |
| Got some winning some losing, is it real or an illusion? |
| I guess it’s all a test, stress to paranoia |
| Slim, go get a lawyer, make him prove nobody saw ya The clock struck the midnight hour, I hit the? |
| I see my man Infinite pimpin shit for the team |
| The millionaires club, Republicans make it difficult |
| Kill or be killed’s the result, I’m rollin up The ?, drinkin ?, talkin sports |
| Herb smoke stimulates my thoughts |
| It took me deeper than the reaper’s domain |
| To make it plain as hell |
| I left my spirit to dwell |
| But let my lyrics rebel |
| Documented on record to spark my? |
| brain cell |
| I kick a style like Bruce, rockin this rotten metropolis |
| Drugs, thugs and slugs, the scene it’s so monotonous |
| One day it dawned on me as the time rolls by That the same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry |
| Sometimes I feel I’m winnin, sinnin, |
| Sittin back in the MP, relax, talkin bout a new beginning |
| You see, I’m just an MC, I’m just an MC… |
| I gotta get over, before I go under |
| I gotta get over, before I go under-privileged |
| Trapped deep beneath the sewage |
| I attend the University of Making Money |
| Five makes ten, ten makes twenty |
| Good n’plenty, keeps pockets from getting empty |
| Blunts get pulled, different day same bull |
| Shit, you can’t own it, two (?) you manufacture it Take away profit now tell me what you get |
| I got a size eight, a fried chicken dinner plate |
| I’m sellin dreams, you know, rhymes by the weight |
| Ten years of hustling, brung home the bacon, man |
| More scramblin than Moon and Cunningham |
| You know, money for the makin, maintainin |
| Hustlin, for the president, causin campaignin (?) |
| I’m just an MC, what I be? |