I'm mainly known for the rough raps But kids steal my lyrics like hubcaps And eat 'em like stacks of flapjacks like rugrats Hey, and I get busy over unknown tracks While the next man flaps his lids like Parkay I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the side I'll make a rapper cry, cause I can get some shut-eye While he's having hard times writing rhymes So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my lines Which is the reason why I like to hang out and Hustle with my friends, to get away from pens And copiers, so I'm Corona bound To check Drew aka Doc the Butcher and what's going down And Joe with the Jetta enables us to get around town He's a clown Other than that I'm with Joe Burgos Watch an old Black Caesar flick for kicks Jump in the wagon and we're outta here without an idea of where But usually we wind up there I go over K-Cut's block cause rock cuts is what he blends Check it, and I like to hang out and hustle with my friends
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And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecing, with CL Smooth and Pete Rock Making beats that are sharper than cleats With my man Grippy Grip from the Cafe Black Rose Checking out videos And I speak with my man Ralik On the problems of the weak dumb and meek, my man's deep Like the kid from the Bridge named the rapper Nas Me and G collect money in bars And I run through discotheques like sound Royal Rich is profound, yelling free James Brown We rustle up to the discotheque and Hustle up a storm in a swarm like we on form Nobody can get with the whereabouts cause we're out Shuffling feet without a shadow of a doubt From Flushing to the streets of New York and back Freshly dipped off the rack, but not the Van Grack In the park making plans for the night Everything's right, taking it light Preparing for the festivities to begin And every day seems like a day from the weekend The cooling never ends And I like to hang out and hustle with my friends