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letra de jc vs. ms. hustle - urltv

[round 1: jc]
face-down…
or it’s out the gate wit’ a muzzle like a greyhound
see, this ain’t the safest place for someone to take off…like h-town
see, r.i.p. tho’, to both of ’em
see, i don’t care enough
pair ’em up
i think beasley tryna tear us up
see, e gypped (egypt) us tryna bring fam’ in (famine) against me, and…
i don’t know if this is fair or (pharaoh) what
but i’m torchin’ sh-t, of course it’s lit
sis’ called me and said “i need more work on my body”
i said, “and you call kevorkian?”
let me be clear – this is family
this is no need to spray the snub!
this is first lady love
i could get one of our juniors to get at ebony like player’s club
this .38, i’ll dump it
i’ll wait ‘til they at a pool- (-stumbles-)
this the .38 i’m dumpin’
i put in work to lay off somеthin’
wait ‘til she get in a bathing suit and show up to the pool party…and draymond somеthin’
see, y’all try to make these chicks’ lives get worse day-to-day
i never fell in front of these chicks, and now y’all tryna get our first lady flamed (flamez)
it ain’t a game, but still they came to play
and over time, it got darker for these b-tches like flavor flav
the eagle in my hand, and you know this ain’t the place to move when you shook
we all know the phrase…”a bird in the hand could put two in the bush”
i’m the one that get it jumpin’ more
a f-ckin’ mortar
if i walk in and drop a bag on this b-tch, you won’t be lookin’ at her
you’d be lookin’ for her
i’m the one that come straight for the k!ll
you shoulda picked another option first
i’m the worst
next time, you might just have to call tink to do the body work
(-jc gets time called on him-)
[round 1: ms. hustle]
you told swamp you was gonna give him somethin’ off the 100k…lies!
that’s when i knew it was nothin’ real wit’ this n-gga
‘cause that jc took a loaf and fed a whole village
this jc wouldn’t break bread with a n-gga!
i’ll grip on a trigger
you bro, but i ain’t playin’ wit’ you tho’
you brought some b-tches? we playin’ golf
i’m swingin’ for them hoes (holes)
tec spray! s-x tape! brains get exposed!
no shooter, single mama: i’ll raise it on my own
i’ll be in detroit lookin’ for you, waitin’ with the chrome
sobriety test: outside pontiac wit’ my finger on the nose!
you ain’t gangsta, and i know
you? bang a toy? just bizarre
who a shooter in the d? you?
i…don’t believe you got a .40 in the car
that was hard, and you soft
but we can take it past those words
the first one will make him stumble back in a blur
the second one will leave him flat out on the curb
hit him again – let’s see if jc rise after the third!
if that sh-t occur, all y’all gon’ see the b-tch in him
stomp him out in some timberlands
or hit him wit’ a close .30: gentleman’s
but we on the same team, so it’s no point like we scrimmagin’
f-ck that! i’m 6 feet!
you know what’d happen if we get it in?
you 5-foot nothin’! no way this n-gga will get a win!
man, i’ll let a .50 hit one of these mini (many) men
the sh-t sickenin’, how you let your t–th get to crackhead levels
and you lost weight
and they told me you on the pipe
and judging by those, they got a strong case
at this point, i’m just waitin’ for the choppers to come out like a car chase
y’all all fake!
i was really in the trap, .38 on the table next to the pack and product
it was smith, smack, and rock – sound like we at the oscars!
i could-
(-ms. hustle gets called for time-)
[round 2: jc]
new mission…true vision
this fam’, efb, we move different
here to spaz, and then go
i only came ‘cause a bag on the flo’…but you in it
you heard it straight
90-second rounds is more than enough time to serve and skate
but one second with me is more than enough time to raise murder rates
so let’s start raisin’ numbers
i mean, with me, when i get in my stride, i look like a jamaican runner
the blade is under
she dead, but still twitchin’
look like a asian supper
now, with me?…
i mean, she dead, but still twitchin’
look like a asian supper
if there’s a body lift at the scene? well, then you know it’s him
frozen stiff
even got a better body for the big (b.i.g) b-tch, like the old lil kim
bottom of the shoes
you gon’ know me for the boot more than soulja slim
a hunnid guns, then i dump another one
bring ebony magazines she can’t take the cover of
she gon’ take cover from!
i aim one
get a life for a life, get that exchange done
that same gun, was raised up under hustle (hussle) like wayne’s son
now, don’t get me wrong – this is family
not the one to get personal wit’
just here to murk some sh-t
but when i walk in and have a accident, it’s gon’ look like urkel slipped
you know me
i mean, i use that sh-t, and-
(-stumbles slightly-)
i usually talk wit’ a gun, but there’s no way to get around when sir come vent (circumvent)
i even, park the b-tch on the block where we find her
we don’t circle sh-t
so after this? sh-t, you might as w-
time
[round 2: ms. hustle]
so you vice lord!
so that mean you be around when it’s war
i mean, i just don’t see it, i doubt it for sure
i get his address? next day air: a pound at the door
it’s gon’ be a holey (holy) temple if y’all see me at the house of the lord
i’m down wit’ it all!
as far as gang sh-t, you can count me in
they know i’m ape, but like a fedora, i be around the brims
you one of the best writers in the game
cool – lock us in
glocks extend
soon as you share the location, (-chk-chk-) i’mma drop the pen (pin)!
i’m not convinced, that you got all these ‘ks and macs
all these opps you be layin’ flat
you wasn’t outside where the gangstas at!
virgin mary: it’s hard to believe jc really came from that
i was in detroit a week ago, wit’ the thing attached
i just had it in the d, j
(-imitates a record scratch-)
don’t make me bring it back!
this ain’t a match – why you even accept this, bro?
i feel you put a knife in my back
now i’mma put a knife in yo’ chest, this slow
drag it down ‘til the flesh exposed
then bring it back up…y’all know b-tches can’t let sh-t go
let’s set the tone
you see how i did verb? i’mma do you the same way
i already put a couple on the island like a baecay’
it ain’t no loyalty in this sh-t – i hate snakes!
free surf! free cass’!
and for them, i’mma make j pay (jpay)
i done paved ways
i’m not the best female within this – i’m the best, period
that’s where we differ
glorilla: i’m a b-tch that talk like these n-ggas
and i figure, you get up here and talk about your fake sh-t, so i don’t hear him
my shooters dedicated
give carter 5 and leave him with no ceilings

[round 3: jc]
yo…play hardball and get g-baby’d
i only came with ratchets and raps
three 90s…and .380s
wanna try and see?
yeah, even now, i’m holdin’ one (hole-in-one) like a old tiger swing
ready to (two) point at a helmet, it even got a viking theme
see, they say, “we just want a bag to get a bag and another bag”
they just wanna make sure they purses cute ‘til i persecute
wit’ a mask, and it’s no telling what jc turn into
they say a soulful person is grounded, and that’s until i make that soul go vertical
and we gotta send you off too
i even drag b-tches, like swayze in to wong foo…
it’s efb, but i’m sure by now y’all know the team
and it’s led by a tip (t.i.p) like young dro in “shoulder lean”
we fam’! this ain’t even a job, hustle!
you know d-mn well i love you
but if we can make some extra bread, then expect a few bucks on the side, hustle
yeah, i get it goin’, i load the-
(-jc stumbles again-)
-expect a few bucks on the side, hustle
i load the chopper, and then it’s go time – we see hard
yeah, we…get her ass lifted for nothin’, like doctors in the d.r.
all i hear is-
(-ms. hustle and smack white have a good chuckle at that last bar – even jc chuckles a little himself-)
all i hear is incompetent non-common sense confidence
droppin’ from thots who used to gettin’ ran more than javascript
it won’t be tolerated – y’all debate it
i mean, y’all-
they got you in some- in front of somethin’ monumental: this yo’ inauguration
but don’t leave all them waitin’
you could check the files! we all get flagrant
from streetball, where we don’t even respect when you call it late
and y’all tryna bring them in there…
the modern female, that’s completely foreign to kitchenware!
(-beasley calls time on jc-)

[ms. hustle]
(-catches her breath after silently laughing-)
you ready?

[jc]
let’s do it, let’s do it

[round 3: ms. hustle]
you know how dumb i felt standing behind you when surf was whooping yo’ ass?
you was dying, b-tch
i tried to tiptoe to the back, slide, and dip
i was tryna duck off camera
can you imagine my tall ass tryna hide and sh-t?
it was obvious!
i mean, geechi even tried to sneak off – it was quite clear
he looked at me like, “i’ll be back. hold cuh down.”
i said, “nah, n-gga, you standin’ right here!”
it was type weird, ‘cause i told him not to make you efb
he said, “nah. j loyal.”
i said, “that n-gga a fiend. let’s just stay cordial.”
nah! but he ain’t listen
he still made room for the addict (attic) like hey arnold!
if i harm you, it’s gon’ be with a big weapon
you give a little, i send more back like an investment
.357 will make him spin in split-seconds
soon as i see j, jc backwards: i’m dyslexic
i done been tested – drive-bys, house raids
every day was somethin’
you ain’t got sh-t on your rap sheet but some crazy punches
you ain’t do no b&es, kickin’ down a door for a safe or nothin’
just a n-gga that pop-locks, and ain’t never break in nothin’!
think we bluffin’, ‘til i’m on the freeway, right where he stay
puttin’ my foot down in pontiac like a e-brake
if i apply pressure, i can make him take back whatever he say
j more (morr) likely to apologize if i approach him in a mean (amin) way
see, j, since we efb, they thought we went over rounds in the parking lot
but get this…tec spit! sh-lls drop…
only n-ggas goin’ over rounds in the parking lot gon’ be detectives!
you know what i’m upset wit’? how you did loso
he was a fan and needed some help
you took his money, and kept-
(-beasley calls time on ms. hustle, and jc & hustle give each daps of good sportsmanship-)

- urltv

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