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]I got that fire come and try me and


You can spark it up and
I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and
I'ma put you out[/center]





Iv been to hell and back, and
I?m still the same
The block hotter than flames,

[Birdman]
Yeah
We gon go old school
Ya know what I'm sayin
If you from where I'm from
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
the way we do this here
this is a cash money classic
and I feel couldnt nobody do it the way ima do it
ya know what I'm sayin
so, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world
ya know what I'm talkin bout look I say

[Chorus: Birdman]
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it
Get your shine on {*3X*}
So nigga stop hatin'
Get your shine on {*3X*}
You know we gonna make it

[Birdman]
One god we trust, the neighborhood is us
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust
Tell Lil' One be cool everybody coming up
Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine
So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind
in these projects cuts, ya hood rich livin lavish
lord of 14, you know we had to have it
Once upon a time it was nothing but madness
Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys
Chasin paper paper chasin, look thats all we know
Comin through the neighborhood on them 24s
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more
Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest
That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck
I'ma specialist vet, No testin the best
I be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk
I'll make ya mouthpiece obease like Delereese
I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil' Weezie
F baby for the team I rep daily
I come to the defense like Champ Bailey, I'm gone wit it
I chrome kit it, A foam pit in the back of it
Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business
I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse
So shut that ice in cause yee ain't iced out
Pay attention closely, You niggaz can never roast me
Cause the maker of the testerosta knows me
Oh he so arrogant, the cocky kind
But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right

[Chorus]

[Birdman]
Loud pipes and big rims, nigga thats my life
Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price
Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price
Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright
Cause I'm pimpin, I'm pimpin pimpin, I'm comin thru
And I'm dippin, I'm dippin dippin, them 22s
And they spinnin, they spinnin spinnin, them sprewells nigga
them sprewells nigga, we makin mill nigga
Don't need no introduction in this
I have being greding every girl .trying to stay hood rich
You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
Have you heard man that I been slangin them slabs
Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga
I won't gonna nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

[Chorus]




Caught in the hustle

(Verse 1)
they say the odds against me are crooked than impossible
like i was born with a whole in my heart, its an obstacle
im left to die by the doctors in the childrens hospital
but i never lose hope, success is psychological
the world is volital and the street is my education
shaping the nation like the blueprints of a maison
while shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion
so im focused on my economic situation
im like the little kids on tv that dig through the trash
i hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh
a lot of niggas (?) but they dont know the math cus they mind is narrower than the righteous path
its funny how on the blockniggas'll kill you for cash but never raise the gun and cry out "freedom at last"
the cold war's over but the world is still getting colder atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
i would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers but then a general would decide when they life would be over
so i work hard until my personality split, like the black panthers into the bloods and the crips
they said i'd never be shit, but now i sit and reminisce
(?) flippin through genesis, ignorance is venemous and it murders the soul, spreading like a virus running red but out of control

(Chorus)
so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle
from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnels
write it down and remember that we never gave in, the mind of a child is where the revolution begins
so if the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

(Verse 2)
Immortal Technique in the streets back on the hustle
cuz three strikes'll get you life for stuffng cracks in a duffel
upstate behind steel gates attacked in a scuffle
razor blades stuck on the side of pencils hacked to your muscle
but the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
and its the lawyers not the inmates scheming to fuck you
trying to fight the system from inside eventually corrupts you
but thats what you get when you put a corporation above you
and it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most
sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing they ghost
but you make success nobody delivers your fates sometimes you give and you take since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes
and thats the truth about life, what to do with the ghetto and the car rims or your ice
cuz even though we survive through the struggle that made us we still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us
but ima make it regardless of the trugged up charges and semi-automatic barrages that empty your cartridge
post-traumatically scar kids and try to be brave cuz niggas back stab eachother just to try to get paid
turn cannibals like knights during the crusades, afraid of responsibility addicted to greed
beating they girl purposefully losing the seed as if we bound to the destiny we use to recieve

(Chorus)
so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle
from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnels
write it down and remember that we never gave in, the mind of a child is where the revolution begins
so if the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

i use to wonder why people dont believe in theyselves and then i saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else
they cursed us, they only see the worst in ourselves, blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves(x2)[/color]



Hustler Musik"

Goddamn
Missed and hit a nigga in his head with this one
I'm gonna paint the city red with this one
I'm gonna head with this one
See you fucking with the boys who tote toys way before Christmas.
No assistance (jis) That persistence me. That commitment if - I don't get it somebody gonna die tonight -
I know my vibe is tight - And I deserve the throne - if the kid ain't right - then let me die in his souls.
I'll be riding (jis)
Riding alone
with my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kidding
How the hell you ain't here to see your prince do his thing?
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king
Shall be
So I be who I be
That's me, that's Weezy F. Baby and
Please say the motherfucking
So I be who I be
That's me, that's Weezy F. Baby and
Please say the motherfucking

[Chorus]
Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doing what I gotta do for me and you and we eating
So bitch
Why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm taking these chances
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
And I won't budge
Won't budge
No I won't budge no
Nall

[Verse to:]
Money is the motivation
Facing the avenue
Back touchin' the wall
Got the weed
Got the gun
Gotta run wen I hear that bird call (birrr) dang
Hop in that thing and merk off
swerve off
you know me, they call me Birdman Jr.
Ne body murderer
Birdman sponsor it
Phantom of the opera
All black - clock tent - locked in
I can let them shots out
you can't get no shots in
Bullet proof
Leave a nigga with a bullet proof
Shoot you in your mouth and call it bullet tooth
I'm like what they do
What to do
There's a full court
Pressure I'm just going for the two
If I'm open for the three
I'm gonna take it in a second
Even if there's one second and
I'm gonna make it. It's nothing
I don't take it for granted
I don't take it for nothing.
I take it for what it is worth to the durf motherfucker
(yeah)

[Chorus: Repeat 1x]

[Verse 3:]
I ain't never killed nobody I promise
I promise if you try me
you gonna have to rewind this track and make me go back, that nigga go that
That boy will lay flat so flat
That act is what I perform amongst you haters
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating (black)
Peter Pan flies 'til I die what you saying
Baden ape, Yves Saint, Evisu is what I stand
Got me feelin' like Scarface, like the Koheba
Streets reply I look right in the for seater
You know I be out here riding the for seater
Top floor of the for Seasons four of them whores
And they all know how to cook it up
And look I got some
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up
See it's a cold world so homey bundle up
We ain't on this grind for nothing
Now get you hustle up