Текст песни Afu-Ra f Royce Da 5`9" - Pusha
Afu-Ra f Royce Da 5`9" - Pusha слова песни
[Afu-Ra]Show me, which one of y`all is boldWhich one of y`all wanna rollIt just too many rocks in the roadWorldwide my crash staff like a hustlaAnd I`m flying in the planes, reading HustlerWord life, it`s all about the gameIt`s all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya nameSpit flow after flow, like every track is the sameAnd each one of my flows will be a sample in your brainMy love for the music, is all that I gotIt`s like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the potI got my hands on a life long bundleSince `93, I`ve been working up in the jungleI never clock out, I gotta finish my bundleAll I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yupHustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yupGet your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on[Royce Da 5`9"]I live for this music, die for this musicI`m why you got your hands up, hands up, hands upWhoa, I make you lay way down, way downLow, in the ground, for what you stand up forStandard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptableI show you how to collect you alot of decimalsI`m a walking acronym, rollin` so fasterO.M.O.M., Own My Own MastersOh my, N.E., I did it with No En`emyIn the SS, mighty looking so slimS.G.`s; Shootin` Guns like a soldierWhile you looking so grimm, folk, foldGo off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., niggaPump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo BitchCuz, she I need, five for the a-sideThe b-side; three, you see how it beRappin` `em acronym`s, backin` `em backwardsRappers up to the wall, clap `em up, kill `em allWrite it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it upShip it out, bring the buzzin` out, that`s what thisshit about[Afu-Ra]Whatever`s clever, I guess it`s back to the basicsI really feel like Shogun in The MatrixMy mind`s stick stone, lyrics to build an empireAnd how to capitalize, on the entireRoll for dollars and cents, it`s fucked upI do this for money, but if I didn`t, I be hungryAnd like I said, music`s all that I gotAnd I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rockI`m proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knotRealize it`s coming, from the way a brother voice dropNow I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the starsHardy-har-har-har, I still take it farAnd all I know, I`m coming from a cultureLife without independence, is like a torture, yupHustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupuGet your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on