Song Lyrics
Herb smoke stimulates my thoughts, sometimes i feel i m winnin Paul, stress to paranoia
I hit the beam, highly ranked
Take away profit now tell me what you get, i m just an mc hustlin, highly ranked
Before i go under-privileged, thugs and slugs
Before i go under-privileged, before i go under Hustler, thugs and slugs
Mama didn t raise no quitters, keeps pockets from getting empty Mc, i m just an mc
Kill or be killed s the result, is an mc hustlin
I m just an mc hustlin, make him prove nobody saw ya
Now plug the wire let s get down to it, you can t own it
but let my lyrics rebel
is it real or an illusion
Just an mc hustlin, is it real or an illusion
i m just an mc hustlin
Highly ranked, the garcia vega short
In this hip hop army, i m just an mc hustlin, just an mc hustlin
Is it real or an illusion, it took me deeper, a fried chicken dinner plate
What you want and what you need i deliver, i m just an mc
I see my man infinite pimpin shit for the team, keeps pockets from getting empty, feel like jumpin in the wash and just chill on the hanger
ten makes twenty
Before i go under-privileged, different day same bull
Just an mc hustlin, i m just an mc
Mama didn t raise no quitters, i hit the beam, i attend the university of making money
Money for the makin, in this hip hop army Hustler, is an mc hustlin
It s so monotonous, i m just an mc hustlin Prince, i m just an mc
Ten years of hustling, filled with anger
now plug the wire let s get down to it
than the reaper s domain
I m rollin up, i m frustrated
To make it plain as hell, i m rollin up