Yo, whether it's chips or whips
or bricks or cane
I still shine at the end
when y force the reign
Change the game,
three shots per rage it rains
Hit the passenger, driver,
old man on a cane
I'm a shell in a chamber,
waitin' to pop like Stoudemire
On the court,
I'm used to movin' the rock,
cruisin' the drop
740 snubbin' the box,
my attitude shifty
Never callin' the cops
a cream -baked jersey
Out on Bennet, Puffin, Hershey
D's on the ground tryin'
to catch a nigga dirty
Respect the flow
Better yet, respect the dough
He get respect like Rich and Poe
Fuck a 9 -to -5
I'd rather wake up and spit bars
And your wife?
Known to make my dick hard
Cartier lenses .22's on my benzes
When shit break out, y 'all hit the fences
Stay big, lay back behind
Tip, puff, and stick, split
We are the hustlers,
everyone's talkin' about
Big mouth, flossy shades
Paint on glaze, nigga
We are the hustlers,
everyone's talkin'
Unidentifiable straps
makin' heat clap sicker
We are the hustlers,
everyone's talkin'
We about reliable scratchin',
gettin' this map quicker
We are the hustlers, everyone's
Shit, I might as well reduce
Cause they call me the flow master
I keep ridin' tracks like a natural disaster
You know I'm bout math, bro, I'll clap ya
I'm pirate like Napster
Far from a Hollywood actor,
I'm Factor
Focused on paper and cars,
I move like Krauts
Statement, you live with the stars
I'm in a 6500 bench
truck with some broads
Dimes in every state I strike,
dude, he on me so hard
You know them bimby -bound,
G to Hound, wild, I'm a jitter
Wanna take the car cover off the tights,
I'ma shit the gang
It's heavy, man,
it's way off the charts
Heavier than killer whales
at animal theme parks
You niggas is sweet tarts,
my family is street sharks
We keep the E .R. busy,
tryna revive the trademark
Shit, we murk niggas like Eddie,
get ready
We got heat that set car alarms
off like M8
We sit big, laid back, behind tent,
puffin' stinks flip
We are the hustlers everyone's
talkin' about
We got flossy shades,
paint on clays, niggas
We are the hustlers,
everyone's talkin' about
Unidentifiable straps makin'
heat claps sicker
We are the hustlers, everyone's talkin'
We about reliable scratchin',
gettin' this map quicker
We are the hustlers, everyone's
The game on some regular rhymin',
fuck all this new shit
When they gon' let real niggas
get on that crew shit
Black Sox and Dallas squad
got chains and cars
Get brains from stars after
those are bars
Miyagis or Doublins,
don't think I won't buy out the bar
That's little shit, Mercedes dealership,
buy out the cars
Stick it in the window,
let them know this sauce
Send those shits you ain't never seen
like we got it from Mars
Game like Lake O 'Will,
snatch a bitch off your arm
GC game covered in ice
like I lived through a snowstorm
Plus I blow digits
like my first name was Blinker
Pay off security at clubs,
get our guns admitted
Outside the club in the parking lot,
fold our six and I know it's stock
Nigga, that's the one
we keep the bricks in
All black on black leather's
what we keep the chicks in
And bitches stay sniffin'
like smellin' dubs
is a sixth sense
We stay big, laid back,
behind ten puffin' sticks flippin'
We are the hustlers
everyone's talking about
Midtown, flossy shades,
paint on clays, nigga
We are the hustlers
everyone's talking about
Unidentifiable straps
making heatclaps sicker
We are the hustlers
everyone's talking about
We about reliable scratch
and getting this map quicker
We are the hustlers
everyone's talking about
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