Episodes of a Hustla'

I'm the type of gentleman finessin' timbalands
Flippin' like 3 grand
Cop a 100 grams goin' hand in hand
Hennessy guzzlin', just mothafuckin hustlin'
On the street, watchin' police, in they gray Caprice
6 watch the gate, time to motivate
Those are the deeds that life will squeeze
If you flip, you gettin' hit with the 4 pound
Pull out your gat, they got more rounds
3 against 1, that's how we go down
I can't get knocked, they tryin to get the drop
Damn, shit is hot
I'm watchin' what they doin' 'cause they cruisin' up the next block
I'm hot with this chrome piece, but I don't need the position
When I'm spittin' at the mothafuckin' police
I couldn't get caught, had to leave New York
Couldn't use my passport, bitches hangin' up all in the airport
So yo bro, gotta take the Jetta, whateva
I'm on the flow, gotta get these ginos
Gotta 100 grams of coke, 'bout to blow
Feel my Colt pistol, my fully start spittin'
I'm hittin' and won't miss you
I'm official, Queensbridge Murdera, life gamblin'
Especially professionally gat handlin'
Call me V 'cause I'm vexed like a veteran
and betta than whoever want to front, let 'em set it then
(Hook: Prodigy)
Introducin', Exclusive
Episodes of a hustla', to all you fake thug mothafuckas
Introducin', Exclusive
Episodes of a hustla', to all you fake thug mothafuckas
Introducin', Exclusive
Episodes of a hustla', to all you fake thug mothafuckas
Introducin', Exclusive
Episodes of a hustla', to all you fake thugs
Sittin' back, the blunt steamin', sippin' Heineys and dreamin'
Pushin' ki's and 4 wheelin', flippin' millions to billions
My style, is extraordinary foul when it come to grands
I'm usin' plans, takin' out the whole fam
You best to believe the trigga squeeze makin' niggas bleed
Cross seas delivery, pushin' ki's out of factories
Uh, baby you sell good, blow 'em out from the hood
It's logical, matter fact, it's possible dunn
I got my work bubblin', me and my niggas jugglin' cracks
And strugglin', while we hustlin' but with no question
We gonna survive to the finish 'cause we in this
Style corrupt, what the fuck, lifestyle like a menace
Child livin' wild from Queensbridge era
I be bringin' terror, the natural born hustla'
So yeah, whateva
(Hook)
A nigga tried to bag me, he grabbed me, the nigga almost had me
I pulled out the banga, and blew his head badly
I'm nasty, crazy mentality, start a catastrophe, livin' life tragedy
You know you gettin' jumped punk, it ain't no time for 1 on 1s
Tell him dunn, (Prodigy: front, smoke his ass like a Philly blunt)
Reach for my spine, pull out my 9, cock it one time
Make him lay down, don't move around 'cause ya ass mine
Gave a crook look, got him shook, he on the floor flinchin'
Now he bitchin' and he snitchin', listen, I pistol whipped him
But to know the main fact, is that I pushed his wig back
Then took off in the black AC
(Hook)
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