Mr. Devine - Keep Hustlin' lyrics

(Jadakiss) Ahhhh Unhhuh Yeah D-Block R 3, motherf**ers couldn't wait Yeah n***as not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em) Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell Snitch n***as playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?) I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah) Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right) Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo When I cop more of the green Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team My life is juicy n***a It was all a dream It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave I'm like carbon-dioxide Cause I don't want you f*ggots to breathe And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue 2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh) (Styles) Chorus (2X) All my n***as with guns Keep busting them All my n***as with d** Keep hustling All my n***as with money Keep getting it All my n***as that ride Keep living it (Styles) It's the kid with the attitude Chip on the shoulder Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of n***as That will k** your grandmother if she touch me Told you I get deep with a gun If I die then my n***as teach the rules of the street to myson Cause I might got to meet with the lord What I live by? die by? My gun, my word, and my sword Cause n***as sound hard but they just ain't convincing me Microwave k**er, do my sh** instantly Built that courage in Anna, it's the dark side That makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (b**h) Just for birthing your a** And this the ghost when you take your last breath And I'm cursing your a** And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper Cause I'm right here on earth for your a** Chorus 2X This is it Sheek Luc..c'mon (Sheek) You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt) You wanna knock yourself out? Nah let me do that I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah) I spit too hard Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward? What did you expect? I ain't seeing double platinum Unless I take it off your f**ing neck (right now) Cut my check and get out my face Before I go home and get that new sh** out the case (no doubt) I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me I'll clap you if my n***as is daring me Your God is dumping your face Then run up and choke your b**h a**, just in case Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more You better put a rush on Volume four (d block) Walk with me Chorus 2X