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letra de hustle - 38 spesh

[verse 1]
i never hide, keep a hammer by my side
last n-gga that tried thought about it then died
i show his insides, bullets end lives
when we ride it’s mac-10s in ten rides
if not, it’s a hundred and fifty, ten pies
might be three hundred depending on the whip size
i duct tape six pies to a b-tch thighs
like, “b-tch, drive”, do the speed limit, six-five
b-tch dies, hate to see a young shorty rise
bonafied hustler, young sporty guy
i could have copped the 645
instead i copped the cl, three bricks, and six 45s
huh, uh, y’all n-ggas know my name
i was giving out ‘caine as raw as it came
before i went and spent all them stacks on a chain
i had all them gats, very good aim
in fact, a n-gga strapped, i pack a bigger gat
this rat-t-t-t-tat, -blaat-, you n-ggas clap
make stacks off flipping crack, it’s math when the fifth a clap
add a couple shots, subtract and [?]
rats admitted that, sh-t, they want me sleeping on prison mats
keep ’em from where i conduct business at
uh, n-ggas wrong for the sh-t i’m on
’cause i did it and get it, gone
while you n-ggas sit at home
i get stupid when i’m spitting chrome
i’ll leave his body with no fluids, just skin and bones
he ain’t [?], leave that snitch alone
that n-gga wired and he taking fl!cks with his picture phone
holla!

- 38 spesh

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