Rap's A Hustle Lyrics
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Rap's A Hustle Lyricsby Cormega Buy album CD: The Realness [Verse 1] I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe She don't ever move until I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large I got my pen workin' 16 bars When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad She make sure we both have She know I got plenty more to replace her Bitch better have mine I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line You did it, I mean, can you dig it She committed to me, she please niggas for me My shit's so tight she leave a nigga for me I met her in a studio, she caught my eye With her over kickin' whack ass rhymes I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her I see he wasn't treatin' her right So I gave her some paper And let her do her thing that night Thats right, I took it from that player He to concerned with his money and his pager She told me, shit he be kickin' is so weak I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie Be cool, or we can make the heat come out Your pen work for me 'till the ink run out (player) [Chorus] Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street nigga [Verse 2] My rap is uncut raw, out the door Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more Your rap is lactose; you cooled off, the glass broke Customers complainin' never comin' back yo My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night You made your first sale when I sold out My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid My flows sleepin' in a cave No day's I got the streets in this mad You need a mask to repair the ? here You see the glass once I flip this track You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain't no middle men I never short my man or cross my fans Or switch my supply when money cross my hand It's funny, I'm here, I'm like the crew I used to roll wit' You might as well work for me, I got the clientele Y'all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath I'm supplyin' the ghetto to satisfy you Marks, NARC's, is analiyzin' why this kid Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin' Bringin' heat to the street like I had the iron [Chorus] Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines Money talks and bullshit walks Rap is a hustle y'all
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