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  • Текст песни Cormega - Rap's a Hustle

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    [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
    that's 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
    that's 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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