Song | Rap's a Hustle |
Artist | Cormega |
Album | The Realness |
作曲 : Dorrell, McKay | |
I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe | |
She don't ever move 'til | |
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 ready to replace her | |
Bitch better have mine | |
I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line | |
You get 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 | |
She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes | |
I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her | |
Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her | |
I see he wasn't treatin' her right | |
I gave her some paper | |
And let her do her thing that night | |
Thats right, | |
I took her from that playa | |
He to concerned with his money and his data | |
She told me, shit he be kickin' be 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 'til the ink run out (playa) [Chorus] | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets and | |
I'm goin' for mine | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets nigga [Verse 2] | |
My rap is uncut raw, out the door | |
Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more | |
Your rap is lactose; you cooked up, the glass broke | |
Customers complainin', some 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 rhyme's 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 prepare the ? here | |
It's heated glass once | |
I flip this track | |
You should see my stash, | |
I got rhymes for days | |
Fuckin' right crime pays, | |
I stay deliverin, ain't no middle man | |
I never short my mans or cross my fans | |
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand | |
It's funny, | |
I'm here, unlike like the crew | |
I used to roll wit' | |
Yall might as well work for me, | |
I got that clientele | |
You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell | |
That's the reason why your empire fell like | |
Goliath I'm supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' | |
Marks NARC's is analiyzin', askin' why this kid out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and | |
Bringin' heat to the street like if | |
I had the iron (for real) [Chorus] | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets and | |
I'm goin' for mine | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo |
zuò qǔ : Dorrell, McKay | |
I' ma pimp, a pen' s my hoe | |
She don' t ever move ' til | |
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 ready to replace her | |
Bitch better have mine | |
I' m not lettin' no pen get out of line | |
You get 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 | |
She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes | |
I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her | |
Like my shit ain' t ill enough to overpower her | |
I see he wasn' t treatin' her right | |
I gave her some paper | |
And let her do her thing that night | |
Thats right, | |
I took her from that playa | |
He to concerned with his money and his data | |
She told me, shit he be kickin' be 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 ' til the ink run out playa Chorus | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets and | |
I' m goin' for mine | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets nigga Verse 2 | |
My rap is uncut raw, out the door | |
Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more | |
Your rap is lactose you cooked up, the glass broke | |
Customers complainin', some 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 rhyme' s 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 prepare the ? here | |
It' s heated glass once | |
I flip this track | |
You should see my stash, | |
I got rhymes for days | |
Fuckin' right crime pays, | |
I stay deliverin, ain' t no middle man | |
I never short my mans or cross my fans | |
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand | |
It' s funny, | |
I' m here, unlike like the crew | |
I used to roll wit' | |
Yall might as well work for me, | |
I got that clientele | |
You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell | |
That' s the reason why your empire fell like | |
Goliath I' m supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' | |
Marks NARC' s is analiyzin', askin' why this kid out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and | |
Bringin' heat to the street like if | |
I had the iron for real Chorus | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo | |
Only the strong survive, | |
I was born to rhyme | |
Put me on the streets and | |
I' m goin' for mine | |
Money talks and bullshit walks | |
Rap is a hustle, yo |