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Noreaga F/ Maze, Musolini Miscellaneous Da Hustla Niggas might as well (Yeah!) niggas might as well fuck with me anyway I got that fire green ha (Haaaaa!) Verse 1:Noreaga The way I rhyme sometimes,is reflect my style When I speak to hoes, Yo i always be foul Ask em do they suck dick, can they ride me wild Here's the day, sit down, lay down,Joe Brown Here go the low down Niggas just need to slow down Melvin what! Yo from as good as it gets Ya know now, need to slow down, nigga hold down Flip from Larry, Ya know I hail with my marry Holla when you hear me, respect me or fear me Love me or hate me, but you gotta just hear me Listen to superthug, listen to sometimes Listen to halfbaked, and listen when thugs rhyme I aint the best yet, but i'm next in line It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme It's like rhyme and reason, but my reason at rhyme Chorus:2x I'm just a hustla doin what the hustla's do I'm just a hustla hustlin with my hustlin crew I just hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle hustle Verse 2: Noreaga yo, I buy twenty for ten dollars, sell it for thirty take that thirty dollars and I just buy four grams take that two grand, take like four of my mans go down to main street then wastelands whut up, china man, china man, need some coke? his girl do the wild thing like she know tone loc she be shakin her ass and love to smoke let her hit the weed, yo hit the weed let her hit the weed til she ready to go I roll a philly skinny, and you know I got plenty conservitive thug like i'm holdin a penny jenny craig or jenny jones but bitch it's jenny i'm like nore springer, no ring on my finger in and out of cells like a bell ringer i'm like hip hop yall niggas is rap singers and I hate yall you get the middle finger Chorus 2x Verse 3: Maze Yo yo, now when my pen glow, there's no stoppin my zone and while yall niggas clone, everything i'm spittin is shown in my life even now and before I did us all, the crystal ball in front of me say stay hungry and raw I pop everything three's, from my shell to my bottoms i'm aware, when you shinin niggas watch you I walk these ??conple?? stones alone shit is hostile apostle in this grown and known from my eyes view Verse 4: Musolini Comin out the hood, we aint have to many choices to live niggas hustled tryin to duck bids we learned as kids how to sell drugs, cook grams, and get dubs young thug snake niggas aint got no love the same way I pump packs the same way i spit on these cats the same way it reflect in my raps let the dro blow, holdin the fo fo, like BIG kickin in the doe yo find me with Maze on doe low! Chorus 2x |
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