Intro (B.A.R.S vs. Da Hustla) (Explicit)

Intro (B.A.R.S vs. Da Hustla) (Explicit) (Live) - Cassidy

Composed by：Barry Reese

Produced by：Cassidy

Yea you just a performer

I was on the corner grindin' the packet

I'm a ryder if there's drama

I'm palmin the ratchet

And you could find me in traffic

I'm in the streets

10 years ago I was movin' like 10 a week

You just a family man tryin' settle down

You on parole so you scared to hold the metal now

You moved away from the hood I'm in the ghetto now

Yea I grip pipes I jus like how the metal sound

I got the metal now nigga I ain't never scared

How the **** you run philly and you ain't never there

And I ain't never feared nuttin' but god

You went to jail came home and ain't do nuttin' but hide

But **** it I'm a ride I mite startin' sparkin' the H

I send rap cats to god like mase

And like the car accident

I'll put another scar on your face

But when the 5 clap you ain't gone survive that

Oh you ruthless the record I'm a hustla stupid

'Cause jay made more off the record than you did

And swizz made more off the record than you did

So you did somethin' for nuthin' you doofus

I'm to sick for any nigga with 2 lips

And 1 tongue in his mouth I talk to slick

You only got a few hits and a couple fans

And I could probably get you bodied for a couple grand

I caught a murder attempts I had a couple man

But I could knuckle man

And knock you out with a couple hands

Every bar I spit raw like a couple grams

You the hustla but I'll show you how to hustle man

Look I'm a give this guy an aplause

But it's alota lies in a lot of his bars

'Cause I'm a hustla I sold pies of the raw

Plus the hustla gon ride if it's war

But you the type of boy that'll hide if it's war

You the type'a boy that

Never come outside if it's war

So you a nut to me you

Know you can't **** with me

And bars you was locked

Up on protective custody

You like my son but I don't want custody

You a mut to me I'm a

Pit and you a pup to me

You in the street 'cause

You beat the case luckily

But you ain't tough as me

I'll burn you like a dutch-a-tree

You a snitch you a rat you

A sing you'll hold the note

I sold the coke or smoke w**d till I'm comatose

I live by the rules I was schooled by the older folks

I was showed the ropes by the cats that was holdin' toast

Lords knows even goons get the holy ghost

Yea I believe in Christ but I'll still squeeze a pipe

And I don't even need to write or switch the flow

You niggas know I ain't murda fluke or cysi-ro

I'm way sicker yo so who ever supposed to be nice

Get 2 choices the toast or the knife

And if you think you a hustler

Then you the one smokin' the pipe

'Cause you ain't never sold no

Coke in you life trust me

You must be given money away

If you got 20 strips all doin' twenty a day

'Cause you ain't worth ****

You went gold on your first disc

And I'm a hustla sold less then your first ****