Brooks Buford - Hustle lyrics

That's what you get tryin' to muscle me That's what you get tryin' to hustle me 'Cause I'm not afraid I'm a player I don't get played Come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed That's what you get tryin' to hustle me Yeah I been trough a lot But you don't know that I can lose everything And bounce right back From the punks an the thugs to the rats and snakes From the shady a** girls to the frauds and the fakes Cross me and you're gonna suffer three-fold You'll be diggin' ditches til your frickin' 50 years old I tried to be cool try to cut you in But you pull that crap so you lose I win So what does it all mean And I can't understand why you still want to race Everythin' you try to do is just blow up in your face And I wonder of you get it You should know by now Get out of the way or get run down with a plot I know that you think you have to lie I know that you wish that I would die I know but its not happenin' So what does it all mean So let me break it down Spell it out for ya You're drivin' by fear I'll make it more clear All of your murderers got me here Like Van Gogh cut off his ear I'm the best new artist this year Pour gasoline on my brain You're lame thanks for the fame