[Afu-Ra]
Show me, which one of y`all is bold
Which one of y`all wanna roll
It just too many rocks in the road
Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla
And I`m flying in the planes, reading Hustler
Word life, it`s all about the game
It`s all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name
Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same
And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain
My love for the music, is all that I got
It`s like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the pot
I got my hands on a life long bundle
Since `93, I`ve been working up in the jungle
I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle
All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup
Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup
Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on
[Royce Da 5`9]
I live for this music, die for this music
I`m why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up
Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down
Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for
Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable
I show you how to collect you alot of decimals
I`m a walking acronym, rollin` so faster
O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters
Oh my, N.E., I did it with No En`emy
In the SS, mighty looking so slim
S.G.`s; Shootin` Guns like a soldier
While you looking so grimm, folk, fold
Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga
Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch
Cuz, she I need, five for the a-side
The b-side; three, you see how it be
Rappin` `em acronym`s, backin` `em backwards
Rappers up to the wall, clap `em up, kill `em all
Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up
Ship it out, bring the buzzin` out, that`s what this
shit about
[Afu-Ra]
Whatever`s clever, I guess it`s back to the basics
I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix
My mind`s stick stone, lyrics to build an empire
And how to capitalize, on the entire
Roll for dollars and cents, it`s fucked up
I do this for money, but if I didn`t, I be hungry
And like I said, music`s all that I got
And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock
I`m proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot
Realize it`s coming, from the way a brother voice drop
Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars
Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far
And all I know, I`m coming from a culture
Life without independence, is like a torture, yup
Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu
Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on
