paroles de chanson Keep Hustlin' - Ruff Ryders , The Lox
Ahhhh
Unhhuh
Yeah
D-Block
R
3,
motherfuckers
couldn't
wait
Yeah
Niggas
not
want
Jada
to
kiss
on
them
(kiss
on'em)
Throw
sour
milk
or
piss
on
them
(piss
on'em)
burn
their
cell
Snitch
niggas
playing
the
game
"Who
turn
to
tell"
(what?)
I'm
waiting
right
here
for
the
warden
and
burning
the
L
Recognize
real
this
is
an
example
of
that
(yeah)
Grey
uncut
diesel
come
and
sample
a
sack
D-Block
where
the
hammers
is
at
(that's
right)
Every
night
is
like
the
Apollo
with
guns,
even
amateurs
clap
I
hit
raw
in
the
store,
ravined,
then
laid
low
on
the
yea-yo
When
I
cop
more
of
the
green
Got
a
BX
connect
and
a
Georgia
Team
My
life
is
juicy
nigga
It
was
all
a
dream
It's
my
house
so
I'm
a
ask
you
to
leave
I'm
like
carbon-dioxide
Cause
I
don't
want
you
faggots
to
breathe
And
I
might
murk
two
in
the
new
Smurf
blue
2002
BM
wagon
with
the
B's
(unuh)
(Styles)
All
my
niggas
with
guns
Keep
busting
them
All
my
niggas
with
drugs
Keep
hustling
All
my
niggas
with
money
Keep
getting
it
All
my
niggas
that
ride
Keep
living
it
(Styles)
It's
the
kid
with
the
attitude
Chip
on
the
shoulder
Brick
in
the
whip
with
the
5th
in
the
holster
Purple
in
the
dutchee
(un
huh)
I
got
a
circle
full
of
niggas
That
will
kill
your
grandmother
if
she
touch
me
Told
you
I
get
deep
with
a
gun
If
I
die
then
my
niggas
teach
the
rules
of
the
street
to
myson
Cause
I
might
got
to
meet
with
the
lord
What
I
live
by?
die
by?
My
gun,
my
word,
and
my
sword
Cause
niggas
sound
hard
but
they
just
ain't
convincing
me
Microwave
killer,
do
my
shit
instantly
Built
that
courage
in
Anna,
it's
the
dark
side
That
makes
me
want
to
flip
and
go
smother
your
mama
(bitch)
Just
for
birthing
your
ass
And
this
the
ghost
when
you
take
your
last
breath
And
I'm
cursing
your
ass
And
I'm
sort
of
like
the
Grim
Reaper,
but
I'm
a
get
deeper
Cause
I'm
right
here
on
earth
for
your
ass
2X
This
is
it
Sheek
Luc.c'mon
(Sheek)
You
know
Sheek
hold
it
down
wherever
he
at
(no
doubt)
You
wanna
knock
yourself
out?
Nah
let
me
do
that
I'm
thugging
everything
I'm
on
(yeeah)
I
spit
too
hard
Keep
the
hawk
like
I'm
out
in
the
yard
Even
in
the
boot
Luch
keep
a
gat
in
his
hand
Brick
under
the
fan,
think
I
care
about
a
moon
man
or
Grammyaward?
What
did
you
expect?
I
ain't
seeing
double
platinum
Unless
I
take
it
off
your
fucking
neck
(right
now)
Cut
my
check
and
get
out
my
face
Before
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
me
I'll
clap
you
if
my
niggas
is
daring
me
Your
God
is
dumping
your
face
Then
run
up
and
choke
your
bitch
ass,
just
in
case
Then
that
y'all
is
thirsty
to
hear
some
more
You
better
put
a
rush
on
Volume
four
(d
block)
Walk
with
me
2X
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