T.H.C - Oxy Music lyrics

[Bridge] I got my hustle, dog I gets my hustle off, Oxycontin, h**n Crazy, I got my chopper, dog Don't make me chop him off Chop-chop, knock him off [Verse 1] Blood on the wall, d**h in the air Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere Devils in the eyes, babies always cry Papa never home, f** it we all alone Tryna get rich and that cork in right Grab me the beaker, I'll measure the white Heat up the water drop it in pot Baking soda and ice cubes make it rock Get you a saucer the razor go chop Get you a Glock and invest in a block Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop f**ed by the cop jacked his a** with a shot [Bridge] I got my hustle, dog I gets my hustle off, Oxycontin, h**n Crazy, I got my chopper, dog Don't make me chop him off Chop-chop, knock him off [Hook] Crazy, I got my hustle, dog I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all Crazy, I got my chopper, dog Don't make me chop him off Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock him off [Verse 2] Satan in your soul, let it take control Oxycontin fiends, keep the foil low Let the pill burn, inhale exhale it slow Let your heart explode, drop ya to the floor I gets the dough, I hustle hard Ace Hood ain't got sh** on moi, green beans 80's fo sure They like what I'm talking 'bout? You know what I'm talking 'bout No syringes or nothiing, just h**nes cousin, smoke mufflers out [Bridge] I got my hustle, dog I gets my hustle off, Oxycontin, h**n Crazy, I got my chopper, dog Don't make me chop him off Chop-chop, knock him off [Hook] Crazy, I got my hustle, dog I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all Crazy, I got my chopper, dog Don't make me chop him off Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock him off [Verse 3] Only lords knows and only time'll tell Will I go to heaven or will I burn in hell Music in my mind, vibrating down my spine Travels to my heart, shoulda been here from the start Now I get bread from my audio (Call me your pusher, these bars that I'm pushing) You know I ain't talking a Xanny bro (n***a, we on it, be up by the morning) You wreck a new b**h wearing panties tho (Threw out my line) Fish up, for sure (n***a we eating ya) Oughts to know Put my big boy in her love below (There she blows) HiiiPower controlling Our hustle keep going, sh-sh**ting on n***as Excuse all our colons, boss after boss Don't be pissed that we balling, we here for the moment (We getting this cash) My flows be imported My b**h be imported, my grind get distorted Your life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deploying Losing my brain while recording on