Mc Hustler

Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Im just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Im a general, in this hip hop army, yeah
Highly ranked, thick like a tank
Well equipped for ****** poppin ****
Rapifier, now plug the wire lets get down to it
Im frustrated, uh, filled with anger
Feel like jumpin in the wash and just chill on the hanger
But uh, mama didnt raise no quitters
So uh, what you want and what you need I deliver
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Im just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Mass confusion, boozin, drug using
Got some winning some losing, is it real or an illusion?
I guess its all a test, stress to paranoia
Slim, go get a lawyer, make him prove nobody saw ya
The clock struck the midnight hour, I hit the [unverified]
I see my man Infinite pimpin **** for the team
The millionaires club, Republicans make it difficult
Kill or be killeds the result, Im rollin up
The [unverified], drinkin [unverified ], talkin sports
Herb smoke stimulates my thoughts
It took me deeper than the reapers domain
To make it plain as hell
I left my spirit to dwell
But let my lyrics rebel
Documented on record to spark my [unverified] brain cell
I kick a style like Bruce, rockin this rotten metropolis
Drugs, thugs and slugs, the scene its so monotonous
One day it dawned on me as the time rolls by
That the same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry
Sometimes I feel Im winnin, sinnin
Sittin back in the MP, relax, talkin bout a new beginning
You see, Im just an MC, Im just an MC
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Im just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
I gotta get over, before I go under
I gotta get over, before I go under privileged
Trapped deep beneath the sewage
I attend the university of making money
Five makes ten, ten makes twenty
Good n plenty, keeps pockets from getting empty
Blunts get pulled, different day same bull
****, you cant own it, two [unverified] you manufacture it
Take away profit now tell me what you get
I got a size eight, a fried chicken dinner plate
Im sellin dreams, you know, rhymes by the weight
Ten years of hustling, brung home the bacon, man
More scramblin than Moon and Cunningham
You know, money for the makin, maintainin
Hustlin, for the president, causin campaignin [unverified]
Im just an MC, what I be?
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Im just an MC hustlin, hustlin
Just an MC hustlin, hustlin