I Hustle Twisted Insane

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Hustle
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Hustle
(That's right, huh)
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Hustle
(That's right, huh)

[Verse 1]
I be on the blocks everyday, with the Glocks in the case, and a bag fulla CDs
No flat-tops or a fade, and no Dr. or Dre, just a nigga with street heat
People that be wolfin like a were, man, I really don’t care
'less a person wanna see me
Then I'm walkin all up in the middle of the street with a wife-beater, solo, and a three-piece
And I be all up in the middle of the window whenever they come pushin
And spendin too much time lookin
I’m tellin you I’m hot up in the kitchen whenever they want cookin
Habanero sauce, that would be the boss
Ain’t nobody comin hotta', then the incism
I see em gettin lost when I'm takin off, I be leavin everybody all up in the ditches
(Take off on em!)
I be so ahead of everybody, they be wonderin' just how a nigga did it
But I get it when I spit and be dumpin off for the sick
I be leavin em in the dirt
When the men all done cracked his head
In a bodybag, Imma zip it
I'm fundin killin could rip and I got em all lookin at me cuz I be offa da shit
If ya lookin to get a hit, I got CDs to getchyou lit
And we gon' burn up everybody that's hatin up in the pit
I be on the graveyard shift cuz I be push in the night, by the gravesite
And I be on the daytime shit cuz I push by the sight in the daylight
24/7, I gotta be steppin in whatever direction if they want my...
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