Rap's A Hustle Lyrics - Cormega

(Verse 1) 

I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe 

She don't ever move until I say so 

Her only purpose in life is get me large 

I got my pen workin' 16 bars 

When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad 

She make sure we both have 

She know I got plenty more to replace her 

Bitch better have mine 

I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line 

You did it, I mean, can you dig it 

She committed to me, she please niggas for me 

My shit's so tight she leave a nigga for me 

I met her in a studio, she caught my eye 

With her over kickin' whack ass rhymes 

I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her 

Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her 

I see he wasn't treatin' her right 

So I gave her some paper 

And let her do her thing that night 

Thats right, I took it from that player 

He to concerned with his money and his pager 

She told me, shit he be kickin' is so weak 

I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie 

Be cool, or we can make the heat come out 

Your pen work for me 'till the ink run out (player) 

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(Chorus) 

Money talks and bullshit walks 

Rap is a hustle y'all 

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme 

Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines 

Money talks and bullshit walks 

Rap is a hustle y'all 

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme 

Put me on the street nigga 

(Verse 2) 

My rap is uncut raw, out the door 

Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more 

Your rap is lactose; you cooled off, the glass broke 

Customers complainin' never comin' back yo 

My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night 

You made your first sale when I sold out 

My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste 

My rhymes a felony yours never seen a trial date 

You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid 

My flows sleepin' in a cave 

No day's I got the streets in this mad 

You need a mask to repair the? here 

You see the glass once I flip this track 

You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days 

Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain't no middle men 

I never short my man or cross my fans 

Or switch my supply when money cross my hand 

It's funny, I'm here, I'm like the crew I used to roll wit' 

You might as well work for me, I got the clientele 

Y'all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell 

Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath 

I'm supplyin' the ghetto to satisfy you 

Marks, NARC's, is analiyzin' why this kid 

Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin' 

Bringin' heat to the street like I had the iron 

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(Chorus) 

Money talks and bullshit walks 

Rap is a hustle y'all 

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme 

Put me on the street I'm goin' for mines 

Money talks and bullshit walks 

Rap is a hustle y'all