Ruff Ryders - Keep Hustlin' Lyrics
(Jadakiss)ahhhhunhhuhyeahD-BlockR 3, mother*****ers couldn't waitYeahNiggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em)Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cellSnitch niggas playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?)I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the LRecognize real this is an example of that (yeah)Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sackD-Block where the hammers is at (that's right)Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clapI hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yoWhen I cop more of the greenGot a BX connect and a Georgia TeamMy life is juicy niggaIt was all a dreamIt's my house so I'm a ask you to leaveI'm like carbon-dioxideCause I don't want you faggots to breatheAnd I might murk two in the new Smurf blue2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh)(Styles)Chorus (2X)All my niggas with gunsKeep busting themAll my niggas with drugsKeep hustlingAll my niggas with moneyKeep getting itAll my niggas that rideKeep living it(Styles)It's the kid with the attitudeChip on the shoulderBrick in the whip with the 5th in the holsterPurple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggasthat will kill your grandmother if she touch meTold you I get deep with a gunIf I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to mysonCause I might got to meet with the lordWhat I live by? die by?My gun, my word, and my swordCause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing meMicrowave killer, do my shit instantlyBuilt that courage in Anna, it's the dark sidethat makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (*****)Just for birthing your assAnd this the ghost when you take your last breathAnd I'm cursing your assAnd I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeperCause I'm right here on earth for your assChorus 2XThis is itSheek Luc..c'mon(Sheek)You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt)You wanna knock yourself out?Nah let me do thatI'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah)I spit too hardKeep the hawk like I'm out in the yardEven in the boot Luch keep a gat in his handBrick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward?What did you expect?I ain't seeing double platinumunless I take it off your *****ing neck (right now)Cut my check and get out my faceBefore I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt)I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to meI'll clap you if my niggas is daring meYour God is dumping your faceThen run up and choke your ***** ass, just in caseThen that y'all is thirsty to hear some moreYou better put a rush on Volume four (d block)Walk with meChorus 2X
