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Текст песни Cassidy - Diary of a Hustler слова

16 ноября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1315 RSS
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Diary o a hustler, yeah

Don’t believe this nigga hustling, this nigga bluffing

Look him in his eyes, the only time he cooking pies is in the kitchen oven

He a born liar, I’m on fire like the piff I’m puffin’

I’m high, so I’m about to blow, volcanic eruption

This new fix so it’s fake ass better break fast

Because this fool ain’t like an Egg Mc’Muffin

He ain’t the only nigga f*ckin’ that shit he coughing

this hommie d*ck ain’t the only d*ck she’s sucking

I shrieked his wife, but I take it life,

Cause she could barely take the pipe,

She told me I need a d*ck reduction

I’m so official, I let her blow the whistle

Then send her home to you so she can kiss you

That shit disgusting

Niggas friending like they street pimping

I take women to the telly and get them jumping like they Blake Griffin

I’m on point like Chris Paul, when she taste the ace on that crystal, she cut like a jigsaw

The kid ball so you mad as fuck

But I let the air blow at your afro, give you a Cassie cut

I’m tired of rap niggas acting though

Yup, I’m rapping, I’ve been acting up since I came out of my daddy’s nuts

I’m on my grain, I do not sleep

Too much adrenaline, my heart pump insulin, bitch I’m not sweet

But you a sweety, you got diabetes

So you easily coulda’ died, you’re sugar high


I rap a verse if that don’t work, I’ma cook a pie

Or try to make a dollar bill selling Miley pills

Even though I know that somebody will probably squeal

I’ma sill push weight like a nigga that body-builds

And everybody’s real, but they say they trigga’ blow

But I taught them niggas snow high

How I catch them the body fill

If a prick say that he don’t snitch, he probably will

Snitching on my click will probably get somebody killed

For real


I’m placing a damn order

The next state I solve gonna cross the state border

You ain’t seen the shit that I seen

It’s a big difference between getting a man slaughtered and manslaughter

And you don’t want them goons kidnapping your damn daughter

Tying your damn son up, if the money don’t come up

I’m trying to come up, so I’m running around

from when the sun goes down till the f*cking sun come up

That Miley Cris who’s f*cking my damn song up

And the dutch that I’m puffin, f*cking my damn lung up

But don’t compare me to these damn young bucks that ain’t done much

After we lock ass, I what they pop as

I’m your old head, you better show respect to me

Definitely for I give you pussies a hysterectomy

Hey, yo, none of these rap niggas can mess with me

Them niggas is my sons, I’m about to get a vasectomy

Punchlines is my specialty,

Eversince I learned my ABCs, MCs couldn’t f with me

I’ll pop your ass, but I don’t mean sexually,

Cause my trigger finger itching like it got an STD

All my lyrics is dumb,

You niggas pussy, I put a hole in you, make your period come

I still part shit, say a lot of hot shit

I got hits, I just ain’t poppin cause I ain’t got sweets

Shit, I chop bricks, I can’t give you stock tips

But I can show you how to cut keys like a locksmith

Pot whip and go to the block with rock bagged up

Make the junkies grab up to make your money add up


Y’all I wouldn’t say I have bad luck,

But bad things could happen to good dudes doing bad stuff

But I never been shot or got stabbed up

And even when I ain’t had much I was still swagged up

But you can’t judge a book by its cover

That’s why I put together the diary of a hustler

you can’t, you can’t judge a book by its cover

That’s why I ṗut together the diary of a hustler

I’ve been in this game for years

But I’m feeling better than ever

I’m in a whole-never bag right now

I’m real cocky with my shit

Cause I know niggas ain’t fucking with me

I’ll produce this track and I just tore that f*ck apart

Y’all niggas better show me the respect I deserve

Or I smack the shit out of one of you niggas man

You already know what I’m rapping,

Lawcity family is in the building

Philly pistol venge is in the building

Shout out to my nigga Bishop

Shout out to my nigga Chubby Swag Jack

Shout out to my nigga Eeyore Ap

And Shout out to all the real goons in the street that got respect for a nigga like me

The diary of a hustler


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