Fight Club (Hustle) $LiMTiM & dudejeremiah

[Intro: $LiMTiM]
Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: $LiMTiM]
Smokin' on the potent, I can barely breathe, wassup?
Sippin’ on this yack got me really fucked up
Reload the pump, trigger finger done slumped
Hit you in the mud with the butt end of my gun
Just that junkie in your closet, need that drug money from your wallet
Pop drugs, we take 'em, for better effect we lace 'em
Just tryna make it by, just tryna get real high
Just tryna keep it cool, just tryna fly right by
How the fuck I’m supposed to cope?
Just might take my life with this knife
'Bout to smoke some hazy, got me feelin' lazy
Shoot you in your dome, fool, why the fuck you talkin' crazy?

[Bridge: dudejeremiah & $LiMTiM]
Ay, ay, yo (Why the fuck you talkin' crazy, bitch?)

[Verse 2: dudejeremiah]
Running and I'm stunning, bitch, I'll do it on you
That's two, I’m so talented, I do it in the stu
What you doin’? Why would you, why you niggas gotta shoot?
I'm just a nigga who’s a musician, next thing I'll learn the flute
Chillin' in the back, why you niggas like that?
Next thing you know I'll have you cryin’, layin' on your ass
Hope you share this song with your friends, 'cause you know this is gas
We makin' flames in the crib while y'all niggas talkin' trash
Shit is fuckin' cold, niggas mystical, egotistical
Tell 'em come back realistic, oh
Yeah, I'm feelin' cool and I'm brazy
You can hate me, but she tryna be my baby
Pull my hair out, bitch, I'm going crazy