Woorden: Cormega. Rap's a Hustle.

I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe
She don't even move till I say so
Her only purpose in life is get me large
I got my pen workin' 16 bars

When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad
She make sure we both have
She know I got plenty more ready to replace her
Bitch better have mine

I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line
You did it, I mean, can you dig it
She committed to me, she please niggas for me
My shits so tight she leave a nigga for me

I met her in a studio, she caught my eye
She was with a man over kickin' whack ass rhymes
I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her
Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her

I see he wasn't treatin' her right
I gave her some paper
And let her do her thing that night
That's right, I took it from that player

He to concerned with his money and his pager
She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak
I told him, your hoe chose me I'm Goldie
Be cool or we can make the heat come out
Your pen work for me till the ink run out, player

Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street and I'm goin' for mines

Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street nigga

Yo my rap is uncut raw, out the door
Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more
Your rap is lactose, you cooled off the glass broke
Customers complainin' so I'm never comin' back yo

My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night
You made your first sale when I sold out
My shit numbs your whole mouth, your's leaves a foul taste
My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date

You need a legal aid, my pen got the D A's paid
My flows sleepin' in a cave
No day's I got the streets in this mad
You need a mask to repair the [Incomprehensible] here
You see the glass once I flip this track

You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days
Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin', ain't no middle men
I never short my man or cross my fans
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand

It's funny, I'm here, I'm like the crew I used to roll wit'
You might as well work for me, I got the clientele
Yo put too much cred in that stuff y'all tried to sell
That's the reason your empire fell like Goliath

I'm supplyin' ghetto to satisfy you marks
NARC's is analiyzin' askin' why this kid
Crossed the bridge and comin' through with platinum shinin'
Bringin' heat to the street like if I had the iron

For real money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street and I'm goin' for mines

Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y'all