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rigz - what hustlas do lyrics

[intro]
benny the butcher, n_gga
the butcher coming, n_gga
these n_ggas, these n_ggas ain’t prepared for the wrath i’m gonna bring

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
uh, you stood in front of a fire, that’s how you shopping blaze
they was on them jets and i was still getting caught and raised
i stuck to the script, i had a part to play
on these mics talking grizzy like i’m charlamagne
my old b_tch say we should talk more
i found a better one, then i deaded her
and know that was a smart call
they hit my homie, got my heart soar
raw caine got my name on the dea’s chalk board
yeah, my only [?] in the mirror
no matter what critics say
or how many times they compare us
bought a watch, haters counting how many times i’ma wear it
i was pitiching in the city like mariano rovero
real low sh_t
we sold powder outa [?]
i did magic with that rock like the penny hardaway era
[?] bricks all in stacks
i whip portions back, my wrist did all of that
[chorus]
sh_t, that’s what hustlers do, i’m hustlin’ n_gga
if not that i’m busting at you
what’s the point of telling a story if ain’t none of it is true
some n_ggas lean on coke and some heroin too
i take mental stability to weather this intensities
where you gotta watch you mans more than your enemies
all i know is i’m gon’ eat, bars in these streets

[verse 2]
i’m the south side of the rock where n_ggas get shot
like i’m done talking, when i get back my gun sparking
that n_gga moving, sh_t he’s still alive
my sh_t echo on the chi streets, it’s a five
yeah, come take a seat in my office
i don’t want to talk to you, i wanna speak to your bosses
six feet for the coffin, my hand deep in the faucet
[?] i bought it
my sh_t be shooting r_t_rded
at seventeen, i lost it
i was all in the street, played the corner with crack
thought it was all i could be
now look, i seen twenty_eight, try make it straight
but i keep coming short, n_gga keep taking [?]
your mother found out you’re dead
i bet she won’t take it great
bet i won’t leave your grib without taking out the safe
look, chi hits your neck with all disrespect
a few inches left, your sh_t would’ve disconnect
[chorus]
sh_t, that’s what hustlers do, i’m hustlin’ n_gga
if not that i’m busting at you
what’s the point of telling a story if ain’t none of it is true
some n_ggas lean on coke and some heroin too
i take mental stability to weather this intensities
where you gotta watch you mans more than your enemies
all i know is i’m gon’ eat, bars in these streets

- rigz

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