360 (US) - Hustlemania lyrics

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360 (US) - Hustlemania lyrics

[Verse 1] Power Bomb The Diesel on the table Irish whip it til its hard guaranteed to leave em fatal 3 and a baby we don't rock em in a cradle We get em like hot potatoes and move em like winnebagos These Jake the snakes could do they little Sting They might raid the crib but they won't find a thing Maybe some Shamrocks if they lucky They better watch them ankles cuz this pits not a puppy Meanwhile I'm getting service from Naomi That's my young tenderoni only dome me when she lonely Her Godfather know me we get along well He said the ho train is poppin if you shoppin hit the cell I said No you hit me You know how we roll Beware that Koko Al Snow all up his nose 24/7 Guaranteed to be open Got a couple Molly Holly's that will have Seth Rollin See- me and that street thing kinda tight Quick to triple beam like Triple H I'm close to that China White My spot is good credit you get what you pay for Make the fiends tap out my SmackDown is straight Raw Rush! We escape law dippin from the Big Boss Man f** the cops turn the Kane into The Rock I'm heavy on the block got the streets talkin Crushing so called legends I'm the hood Randy Orton [Verse 2] He ran off with my money now I got a froze soul My 3:16's ain't the only thing that's Stone Cold Apparently he not that smart He Owing me he ain't got that Heart get the Sharpshooters Shipping fish scale I got that top tuna My opium connect from Japan that Yokozuna hold up! I know I got DX/The ex that make him go nuts My man started tweakin like he was sniffing Golddust Yo I need a new plan I'm through selling loose grams I need weight see if you can convince McMahon You got million dollar dreams million dollar schemes Oh how far a million dollars seems Don't listen to what he said she said The Feds got a snitch named Ricardo Rodriguez They Marked Henry put a bug on his Bentley Followed him to the spot now he got us all hot Be easy on Harlem streets D's lurking on the creep See we call them Harlem Heat they Bookin Steve the Bookin T Can't have them snatch you up they catch you they look for me They using you for bait you a guppy in the sea I'm a whale in a kiddie pool won't be ridiculed Locked up for being sloppy Mr. T pitty fools Ima say this for all Mankind don't talk about a damn dime on my damn line Click…..

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