(feat. Royce Da 5'9") [Afu-Ra] Show me, which one of y'all is bold Which one of y'all wanna roll It just too many rocks in the road Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla And I'm flying in the planes, reading Hustler Word life, it's all about the game It's all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain My love for the music, is all that I got It's like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the pot I got my hands on a life long bundle Since '93, I've been working up in the jungle I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on [Royce Da 5'9"] I live for this music, die for this music I'm why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable I show you how to collect you alot of decimals I'm a walking acronym, rollin' so faster O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters Oh my, N.E., I did it with No En'emy In the SS, mighty looking so slim S.G.'s; Shootin' Guns like a soldier While you looking so grimm, folk, fold Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., n***a Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo b**h Cuz, she I need, five for the a-side The b-side; three, you see how it be Rappin' 'em acronym's, backin' 'em backwards Rappers up to the wall, clap 'em up, k** 'em all Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up Ship it out, bring the buzzin' out, that's what this sh** about [Afu-Ra] Whatever's clever, I guess it's back to the basics I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix My mind's stick stone, lyrics to build an empire And how to capitalize, on the entire Roll for dollars and cents, it's f**ed up I do this for money, but if I didn't, I be hungry And like I said, music's all that I got And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock I'm proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot Realize it's coming, from the way a brother voice drop Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far And all I know, I'm coming from a culture Life without independence, is like a torture, yup Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on