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