Wages of Sin Mr. Khaliyl (Ft. Talib Kweli)

[Talib Kweli]
Yeah, yeah, YEAH!
Y'all already know what it is, this is fam
Yo, Brooklyn raise up (come on)
Uptown raise up, Queens
Staten Island, the Boogie Down

[Chorus: Mr. Khaliyl (Talib Kweli)]
Aiyyo some people die for it (And some live it)
Some people snatch what they can (And some give it)
It's not how you play the game (It's how much you win)
Fuck the wages of sin, we gon' hustle
(We don't get by) We multiply
(We don't settle for less) We take the whole pie
(Don't gamble, we invest) Cause the stakes is high
(Whether we live or we die, we gon' hustle)

[Talib Kweli]
You all comfy when shit is paid up, like the car note or your rent
Look out you broke, and now you got more Hustle than Larry Flynt
Diggin up dirt on politicians when you got no pot to piss in
Sellin watches for commission, with fake rocks that don't glistin
Holdin up a block position, been a lot of options
For you to get in, stop the bitchin!
You just ain't makin no hot decisions - where the blood clot?
Look how many gold-diggers the clubs got
If you ain't up on the hustle, find yourself doin the bus-stop
Or the train station, with the change, waitin for a metro card
Petrified, cuz once you get the dough to let go is hard
I'm a vet though and it's odd to see these new cats splurgin
Industry virgins think money make 'em a better person
Sign to ya mans label, which is under a label, under a parent label
Apparently you ain't even able to sit down at the table
You ain't braggin about seein the dough
You braggin about bein a ho
Don't be mad at me, be mad at'cha boys
I just thought you needed to know