(feat. Flesh-N-Bone) [Airplane take-off. Air-traffic control dialogue. Helicopters. Sirens] [Boogy Nikke] Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Three Hustla'z was born up in this world of evil Sanity, humanity's gone up in them s**as tryin' to trigger me Figure me out? Hell, naw, it'll never happen Still cappin' them s**as I got the tear to show I love it, muthaf**a Never once was I hesitant to handle this type of situation Gimme the grip, I smoke this n***a Let's roast him [Tony Tone] I'm a Hustla, St. Clair n***a, bustin' caps if have to n***as that's talkin' that sh** I'm a flip - don't make me k** ya Smokin' those, buckin' no hoes, that's how I roll Ready to ride, just bring your guns I blaze the blunts to get high 'til I die I'm bustin' through - you never sleep I creep up at your window to snatch your soul Then take cash and bail up outta there, I's gone [Mo! Hart] We'll I'm known for my flippin' sk**s I'm rollin', n***as causin' ruckus So you best to chill, eliminatin' all s**as at all costs I pay to be the boss So, come on, we'll play your game But it won't be our lives takin' the loss Sendin' your body into hellified convulsions Makin' you wish that you had done early mornin' devotion [Chorus: Flesh] The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town Ready to get beat down with bats and chains The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland Poetic Hustla'z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town Ready to get beat down with bats and chains [Boogy Nikke] Now you can tell there's a time on a brother if you wanna Now be willing to face the consequences If I show ya behind the scenes of a genius I's a Hustla, muthaf**a Never trust ya for nothin' Because you bustas hatin' Hustla'z You're s**as, for one I can f** your b**h, for two, and it's true [Flesh] Like TNT, my crew blew up Nothin' for you, but destruction Daily kabash, now let me tell you somethin' If you ain't down with the click, start sh**, and I'm dumpin' Pump, pump with the Mossy shotty Thought that they got me, but I'm a roll So dare and step up, with my pistol, grip up Well, instead, anybody better beware Don't stare when I'm bailin' down your block You stop, you look, and then very soon drop Way back in the day they called me B.B. Rock I'm tryin' to stop any fools who thought that he was livin' Turned his back on stacks, to the bloodshed I stop 'em and make sure they come back [Tony Tone] Murder crawls on the streets I roll with heat, and watch my back At all times for the shyste muthaf**a's Tryin' to sneak a TEC with his mind Remember this: don't let me bring that ho up outta your soul When it's time to roll My St. Clair n***as'll point with straight up gun control Ammunition that'll blow you away You n***as test, got blessed when you lay in your grave 'Cause crime pays [Mo! Hart] Callin' me out on the dance floor, n***a You know we 'bout to prance But the outcome ain't sh** closed to what you planned Mesmerizin', your a** left in total confusion Should've read the instructions good, 'cause you're losin' I've never bothered nobody until they bother me Especially now, 'cause I'm in this f**in' industry [Chorus] [Boogy Nikke] Giddy-up, muthaf**a, 'fore I diss ya You ain't got the heart to drink the blood I can't trust ya, muthaf**a Gotta know who I'm rollin' with be soldiers for me, the B-double O-G Yeah, I'm in your veins, die n***a What you wanna do? I run everything from Mississippi from the b**hes to you I got my clip packed straight in my hip Ready to dip on them s**as that be set-trippin', rippin', and dippin' [Mo! Hart] Commonly known to the foes, n***a, my name is Mo (Mo) Don't ever get the impression that I'm some kind of ho 'cause once you cross that line You'll be the victim of your own demise This means you're gonna die for f**in' with a cool-a** little n***a like me Just throw up your right fist when I roll through your street Didn't wish to be violent, but don't think that I'm tame Muthaf**a, wail his a** with a bang [Tony Tone] n***as is pissin' me off So my actions are based on reality Society makes this world we live today in a f**in' tragedy n***as is k**in' each other for the root of all evil, the same sequel Back in the days, you wanna get paid? You had to do some evil, anything to make your life go foward We'll run over what's not in order Mo Thug's in charge, we're rebels And St. Clair soldiers, comin' from these Cleveland streets We can't be beat You slip, and we will really harm ya Muthaf**a, you slip, and we will harm ya [Chorus]