Twisted Insane - I Hustle lyrics

Hustle (I - I) hustle (I - I)
Hustle (I - I) hustle (That's right, huh)
(I - I) hustle (I - I) hustle
(I - I) hustle (i - i - i - i - i) hustle
(That's right, huh)

I be on the blocks everyday, with
The Glocks in the case, and a bag fulla CDs
No flat-tops or a fade, and no Dr or Dre
Just a nigga with street heat
People that be wolfin like a were, man
I really don’t care
'less a person wanna see me
Then I'm walkin all up in the middle
Of the street with a wife-beater, solo
And a three-piece
And I be all up in the middle
Of the window whenever they come pushin
And spendin too much time lookin
I’m tellin you I’m hot up in
The kitchen whenever they want cookin


Habanero sauce, that would be the boss
Ain’t nobody comin hotta', then the incism
I see em gettin lost when I'm takin off
I be leavin everybody all up in the ditches
(Take off on em) i be so ahead of everybody
They be wonderin' just how a nigga did it
But, I get it when I spit and
Be dumpin off for the sick
I be leavin em in the dirt
When the men all done cracked his head
In a bodybag, Imma zip it
I'm fundin killin could rip and I got em all
Lookin at me cuz I be offa da shit
If ya lookin to get a hit
I got CDs to getchyou lit
And we gon' burn up everybody that's
Hatin up in the pit
I be on the graveyard shift cuz
I be push in the night, by the gravesite
And I be on the daytime shit cuz I
Push by the sight in the daylight 24
7, I gotta be steppin in whatever
Direction if they want my
Products, CDs, shirts, hoodies
Jerseys, beanies, i

Hustle (I - I) hustle (I - I)
Hustle (I - I) hustle (That's right, huh)
(I - I) hustle (I - I) hustle
(I - I) hustle (i - i - i - i - i) hustle
(That's right, huh)

They be goin to sleep at night
Ion' nevah stop different city every night
They still on the block
I be on the road more than I be at home
Everybody want it, so I get em in the zone
Hit em wit the heat and I hit 'em away, gone
Now they lookin at me like
I'm next to the throne
Morbidly, everybody has heard a' me cuz I
Be burnin rappers in the third degree
Maybe it will occur to me
All of you wanna murder me cuz all of
My opponents bein' ending up in the surgery
"I been offa him since he did Ticklish"
"I dunno why he sound so ridiculous"
"Everyone I know is all gettin into this"
"I can't understand a word he sayin
It's soundin gibberish"
"Twisted Insane you're in your
Own lane you gotta
Sick brain you need to sign with Strange!"
And every single time I hit the stage
I be leavin all the fans
Lookin like they filled with novacane
Afflictin' everybody from the toe
To the brain
I want everybody from the old to the Yang
I want everybody from the clean to the sick

Here we go again - raw with it when I
Spit it, gotta get it when I been off
In 'em when I hit it with a- fill 'em
In a pen tossin' 'em in a river
With the niggas that'll swim 'cross to 'em
Er'body on me we gon' give it to em on three
New CDs, fresh DVDs, brand-new Ts
A fat sac a' weed
And if ya lucky then maybe a couple a' OEs
I

Hustle (I - I) hustle (I - I)
Hustle (I - I) hustle (That's right, huh)
(I - I) hustle (I - I) hustle
(I - I) hustle (i - i - i - i - i) hustle
(That's right, huh)

And this a cold game it's a cold game, ugh
That's real
It's not made for everybody, homie
Twisted Insane! Let the beat vibe, mmmm

Hustle (I - I) hustle (I - I)
Hustle (I - I) hustle (That's right, huh)
(I - I) hustle (I - I) hustle
(I - I) hustle (i - i - i - i - i) hustle
(That's right, huh)