Rap's a Hustle - Cormega

I’ma pimp, a pen’s my hoe

She don’t ever move until 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 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 shit’s so tight she leave a nigga for me I met her in a studio, she caught my eye

With her over kickin’whack ass rhymes

I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her

Like my shit ain’t ill enough to overpower her

I see he wasn’t treatin’her right

So I gave her some paper

And let her do her thing that night

Thats right, I took it from that player

He to concerned with his money and his pager

She told me, shit he be kickin’is 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 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

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’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, yours leaves a foul taste

My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date

You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA’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?

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

Y’all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell

Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath

I’m supplyin’the ghetto to satisfy you

Marks, NARC’s, is analiyzin’why this kid

Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin'

Bringin’heat to the street like I had the iron

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 I’m goin’for mines

Money talks and bullshit walks

Rap is a hustle y’all