[-TH-] THE HUSTLERS
Established:
17/06/2006 at 17:20:56
Clan Description
We are the vampires who hustles every damn blood!!!!
(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very shit, feel this!
Americas got a thing for this gangstas shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, Ima fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we new jack, Ill have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narcs don know Im the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey Im just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, Im fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while Im tryin to gett mine
And Ill buck you (buck you)
I don care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Yea, I don know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don like Cs in their weed shit
Send me to Cs hot grown with they need
Them ain cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And Im sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin Ima hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what youll find is the DNA recrock
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, Ill be poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
Its a hustlers ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
Its part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
Ima plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but Im back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
Im like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefnerll tell you he don got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very shit, feel this!
Americas got a thing for this gangstas shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, Ima fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we new jack, Ill have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narcs don know Im the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey Im just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, Im fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while Im tryin to gett mine
And Ill buck you (buck you)
I don care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Yea, I don know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don like Cs in their weed shit
Send me to Cs hot grown with they need
Them ain cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And Im sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin Ima hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what youll find is the DNA recrock
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, Ill be poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
Its a hustlers ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
Its part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
Ima plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but Im back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
Im like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefnerll tell you he don got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!
Clan members: 2
| Name: | Level: | Rank: |
| marcxtg248 | 10 | Clan leader |
| adler | 9 | assasin |
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