Clipse - I'm a Hustla lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Liva] I'm a hustla, I'm a I'm a hustla homie '97 had a brick by the muffler crony Wholesale to my select preferred customers only The white horse cooked tan you can call it the pony It's only the soft it twists like a wrestler on me It hardens, it cools I prove I'm a juggler whoadie Glock popped got it cheap I'mma smother you Hovered and govern the corner you hugged then I shuffle you roadie Face it they change, the game's never loving you sorry You live for the moment it's gone then they cover you homie Back against the wall, post up never fall Never fail, keep a burner close you can fend them off Get that 10 up off the car and you let it off Sort of like Avon and Marlo when you set it off [Bet it all!] n***a it's war till the metal's off [Dead 'em all!] n***a we ride till the pedal's off [Verse 2: Pusha T] Vicious with the verse I'm as genius as Ray You n***as seeing nothing on the Zenith like Rae Black hand white keys ya'll seen this I'm Ray Got more white in the hood than the KKK The grand wizard of that almighty blizzard My numbers come sizzled I be where they breeding lizards Now n***a go figure I ain't been out in two Switched j**els twice the upgrade was more blue Now if you got a question n***a save that for Clue But if you know the answer than you probably copped from dude Flewish blueish the hues is the newest, the sickest sh** the chain is so gratuitous Break it shake it bake it then you cooz it, treat it like them whiteys at Nike and just do it Hot as me f** no they mockeries, flows get quoted like Socrates' philosophies [Hook] R-E-U-P G-A-N-G R-E-U-P G-A-N-G [Verse 3: Sandman] While everybody snitching my n***as play their position Either you hugged the block or cooked in the kitchen Or you was a master, good with your fingers Trying to bag a slab up while that's still wet Cause the fiends is hovering, smothering fussing and they frustrated with headaches The rock be their bufferin '94 till now the block still jumping and Proper raw was found when n***as had nothing in I used to scuffle them, 22 illusions Color top stop don't confuse them Other blocks hot cause they're losing Hot cause of shootings n***as getting rocked like powder, that's power I'm in and out of there though Your hood b**h look good de Janeiro Rio even she know, kilos I throw at least 3 like cee-lo every time [Verse 4: Malice] The bigger they are the harder they fall Conspiracy theory or life behind bars When faced with the time they telling it all That's the risk that you take playing neighborhood czar Not just your name, your race is betrayed You're the bottom of the food chain, I spit on your grave You're the modern day African capturing slaves How you live with yourself yet can't escape your face I put it in the street and they can't escape the taste It just keep calling the white when it harden I'm so at home with it like the Knicks in the Garden And I can't say that it don't beat starving Any given time Malice with the arsenal Ya'll be wearing rosary beads like the cardinal Of the roman catholic man the boy's cla**ic reading two hundred for the speed where the dash is