3rd World Hustla lyrics

(Intro)
Ay man, I'mma' tell you why I'm thugged out
Ay yeah I got a crime fetish, says f*ck these mutha'f*ckas

(1st Verse)
Never been a busta'
I don't f*ck with them 'bustas
That nine in ya' face pus*y n*gga I don't trust ya'
This right to ya' melon like them boys in 7th Heaven
I be gone in a second, gotta' load my Mac-11
Ridin' through the streets with them boys packin' heat
n*ggas know it's Lil B, and they know I'm pretty creep
Gotta' be wit' the sh*t, cause I roll one deep
b*tch I'm MVP, cause I'm playin' for the Heat
(Thugged out) Military soldier, comin' from the sea
H20 all day, man I'm comin' for the tree/
'N I might hit a 3, wit' a scope and the beam
4 wheel motion, the till stay open
My house stay open, he stay c*ckin'
Make ya' head red like that boy Dennis Rodman
He stay loaded, the beef got me focused
Smack ya' on the street like them n*ggas out in Oakland
I got phonk like - I'mma' tell you somthin' n*ggas
A few suckas tried to check game - had to bust n*ggas
Playin' wit' that ratchet, 'N I'm smokin' wit' that ratchet
Talkin' 'bout the gun, 'N I ain't talkin' 'bout a bad b*tch
b*tch paid me cause she say I do magic
n*gga play wit' me I had to burn em' like matches
I do me, 'N I'm hustlin' no discussion
Lotta' mutha'f*ckas did-died over nothin'
(Bridge)
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