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Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
It's Bun B the king of the trill and I'm bringing the steel
Bringing the macs and bitch it's a fact
It's that gangsta shit, I'm bringing it back
I went from slangin' the crack to slangin' the tracks
And slangin' my skills since '92 and slangin' it still
So bring who you feel, bring who you feelin'
Bring 'em around and I'mma lay 'em down
It's just another sound bwoy killin'
Rude bwoy wanna test
Better make sure rude bwoy got on his vest
'Fore I put a bunch of bananas on his chest
These monkey niggas on that monkey shit
Special evolver, I'm 'bout to go
Gorilla and kill 'em with the revolver
So go on pimpin' you's a chimp and I'm a blue back
You ain't ready for the blow back bitch and you already knew that
So bring who you wanna bring on, I'mma go King Kong
And squeeze him 'til he come up off his cream like a ding-dong
Standing on top of the towers of Transco
Beating my chest so it's best you and your mans know
I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
I'm an underground king for life
In my shoes like me and E.D.I
Tattoo that shoe, man it's an island
Nigga you the pig you barbecue
SoundScan, short grove, bumpin' ride like Tylo
Fake Christ, cloudy ice, you's a foe with Tony Snow
Bald-faced liar tryin' to call me a snitch
I did four in population with a bald face bitch
If it wasn't for that Bun niggas might not know my name no mo'
But every time they gave him a mic he told them hoes to let me go
Free Jack Tripper, sippin' on nippers
Grippin' the grain, playin' with Kai
Pull that zipper, she ain't twister
She get money face when it's in her mouth
Nigga you know what I'm about
If you silent I'm gon' ride
I run the South, this my house
I tell the truth even when I lie
Atlanta is a country, them Georgia boys cool
It's all you out of town faggot niggas fuckin' up all the rules
That ain't blow that's recon, that ain't 'dro that's popcorn
You fuckin' right they comin' back like
You sellin' the key cause they stepped on
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
If I go below the bars of the cars I'm stayin' up in the foreign
One to wake up my neighbors and the other cooks in the morning
If me and Bun wasn't tourin' I swear the game would be boring
If being fake was a felony all y'all rappers be starin'
In America's most wanted, I miss that Pimp and that Pac
So it seems that me and Bun B is the realest breedin' you got
My paper chase gettin' faster, I'm even beatin' the clock
When it comes to Gs the tick-tock is gonna get beat 'til it die
I paid first to the hustle so let my fetus ashone
When I pull out them baby Benjamins and I skeet on your dome
I'm secreting the doe, so don't leave your woman alone
Or I turn my dick to a dollar and give your woman a loan
My presence on Texas streets is something that's easy to spot
I assassinate concrete, for the Gs I'm bleeding the block
Boys'll see me on swangas and think it's easy to plot
But I bet them boys that's behind me ain't gon' be beaming up Scott
Hear me out
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
Can't knock the hustle man
Don't hate the playa, hate the game, gotta love it man
Catch me flippin' grippin' grain in the turning lane
Trunk on bang cause it's an underground thing
Cause I'm an underground king
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