cards, play your cards (Don?t, don?t get outta line, homie) Play your cards, play your cards (Don?t get outta line, homie) Call it Hustlenomics, hustle by any means I got a lotta hustles
these niggaz tellin? me Im young Lucifer Take um all to hell wit, Ya Drop um off in a fire storm YM riot squad get our riot on If he testify like common
to hustle I'm a product of environment The game done changed So I've been forced into retirement But I make moves and I paid dues And I got common sense
big money, I'll turn 'em to chump change Let my muscles show, 'cause I'm like Russell Crowe Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle hoe That was her boo
(Verse 1:Juelz Santana) Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but Common man they can
that thug shit Compton Check it out [ verse 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all
I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling
wanna know There's nothing but thug niggas down here Nothing but hard heads round here Nothing but straight killas down here Look, look I still hustled
got to know the boy futuristic, ain't it? My work can make the J's do the jump, man can't it? You got to know this the remix right here Grand Hustle
of motherships with space helmets for hair Well, now what have we here? Thugs and poets, ah yeah What we seem to have in common is we're common as air
me? I'm young Lucifer Take 'em all to hell wit' me Yeah drop 'em off in a fire storm Y.M. riot squad get your riot on If he testify like Common See
so you can Yo, you can rock on We keep going Nigga breathe can tell by how you rap you don't believe Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed I hustle
Tonight's musical guest Two of Chicago's finest emcees Give it up for Common and Kanye West It's common sense Yeah! Common sense It's Common Sense, yeah
Temptations, to embrace the path of raw When I was younger my hunger taught me how to score Not sayin I was poor, but I was disobeying common laws That
to a Spice Girl goin' solo You lost like Bebe, or a dog named Toto My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo We Cop Robo, Virgo, bust ass like a motherfuckin' homo Como
stay off Serial rhymin', convicted of drivin' and beat the hymen And breakin' the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I'm in The danger zone is common
I rolled up When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look swoll up They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name It's common like catching a Colombian
used to love this girl who loved shoppin' and smokin' herb But my job was to hustle 'dro Now an artist of the spoken word, I just hustle flow Never a
