The Godfathers - Hustler lyrics

VERSE 1: NECRO I was a thug paid off the illegal drug trade What you need? touch ya, cut ya jug with a blade f** the pig brigade, carry a nickel plate Try to vic me for a nickel, I'll stick a sickle in your face Like Griselda Blanco, paid like Banco Popular Jewels like Zelda, default on your payments I'll pop you pa, smooth like velvet Jet in the Bronco, pushing more rock than Gibraltar Trafficking, b**h you need Ma**engill Another balloon in your a** again, hash and krills Sell 'em to Ashton Kutcher lookalikes The fashion biz, Kardashian, cash hooker types Distribution, piss the putrid Piece of rubber out your p**y, b**h, before it's polluted No time to shoot the sh**, 'cause when you finish takin a sh** Some motherf**ers gonna shoot it People get shot to sh** over a hit You're shot, you got a rock of coke on your beard (Hit it!) Like George Jung, with a bong No deposits, money in storage in closets, out the bung Skunk in your lungs, coke numb the tongue Plenty funds, pushin twenty tons in uranium drums From Panamanian slums, Ukrainian cum dumpster mules Transport in their rump, enema Tums CHORUS: NECRO I'm a Hustler, I ain't sellin to you if I don't trust ya If we suspect you, it's the criminal custom To grab the musket and bust ya, that's a true hustler Customs police would love to bust ya, ship you on a bus Lock you till you're old with an ulcer Don't snitch, cum guzzler, man with a vulva Shut the f** up like a muffler, son, like Larry I'm a Hustler VERSE 2: KOOL G RAP G the king of strip sales, fish scale, brick mail My ship sail in bringin a Moby Dick whale All flavors, white, beige or beiger Freeze like anesthesia, Anastasia Of gram weighers, 100 percent Colombian handmade Acres of land, man labored Alaskan salmon have your heart beatin faster, damn it Got lines to blow your mind like grams packed in a cannon More ki's of porgy, the raw be the door key To open up s*uts, who*es, be in an orgy From coffee grounds to get around authorities Never get bored of the bread or Boar's Head cheese My red snapper's the dead president head stacker Pots over red crackling flames, package of caine Let it strain on red napkins, fiends get fed the crackers Stay ahead of the fed crackers Swordfish is flawless, we lawless The strip got a D on it like Warwick, I can't call it All I know is before my n***as do more bids One more pig to the morgue, sh** get morbid I'm Morpheus, I morph to a warship Tap your top, get the message in Morse code Head wrapped like the Moors did on horses Seahorse come out a poor kid's pores, kid CHORUS: NECRO I'm a Hustler, I ain't sellin to you if I don't trust ya If we suspect you, it's the criminal custom To grab the musket and bust ya, that's a true hustler Customs police would love to bust ya, ship you on a bus Lock you till you're old with an ulcer Don't snitch, cum guzzler, man with a vulva Shut the f** up like a muffler, son, like Larry I'm a Hustler