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[Afu-Ra]
Show me, which one of y`all is bold Which one of y`all wanna roll It just too many rocks in the road Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla And I`m flying in the planes, reading Hustler Word life, it`s all about the game It`s all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain My love for the music, is all that I got It`s like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the pot I got my hands on a life long bundle Since `93, I`ve been working up in the jungle I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on [Royce Da 5`9"] I live for this music, die for this music I`m why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable I show you how to collect you alot of decimals I`m a walking acronym, rollin` so faster O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters Oh my, N.E., I did it with No En`emy In the SS, mighty looking so slim S.G.`s; Shootin` Guns like a soldier While you looking so grimm, folk, fold Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch Cuz, she I need, five for the a-side The b-side; three, you see how it be Rappin` `em acronym`s, backin` `em backwards Rappers up to the wall, clap `em up, kill `em all Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up Ship it out, bring the buzzin` out, that`s what this shit about [Afu-Ra] Whatever`s clever, I guess it`s back to the basics I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix My mind`s stick stone, lyrics to build an empire And how to capitalize, on the entire Roll for dollars and cents, it`s fucked up I do this for money, but if I didn`t, I be hungry And like I said, music`s all that I got And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock I`m proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot Realize it`s coming, from the way a brother voice drop Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far And all I know, I`m coming from a culture Life without independence, is like a torture, yup Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on
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