A Track I Submitted To Midway, For A PS2 Game Called "NARC". Produced By Wyshmaster
Ethix, the talented Emcee from SteelCity, Hamilton.
Lyrics
Hustle - C4Custom
Verse 1
Ayo i rip through the scene, with the tech in the back
With my ripped blue jeans, and my gat in my jack
Duke, you really cant hit me..i stay strapped
I come ready for war dawg..and thats thats
I gotta hustle for my money and sling those bricks
So i get these catz jumpin like they pogo sticks
I bring the muscle but its funny, how-these-doh's-be-tricks
But im in it for the honey, so i get my flow quick
Pop shots and sling rocks, till im up on top
And just have heads pop like they jack in the box
Let these pigs try and stop me while im up on the block
And let the cops ring out, like im at the train stop
(Uhhhh)
One time i was on cops..had to hide my face
Held his hand on the nine, and pushed me up to the gatez
Maybe next time ill put my hands up in thier place
But this time i turned around and stuck the 9 in his face
(Gun Shot)
Chorus x2
We gotta sling those rocks and drop those cops
We gotta bring those glocks and pick those locks
We gotta bounce with the green cuz the scene is hot!
And if you drop on the spot then your clock has stopped
Verse 2
Ive had my eye on that money for alittle time now
And when i see it on the runway, i raise my eyebrows
Cuz i know what i gotta do to get that pie now
Click the clips and show catz that they finna die now
I load the clip and pull my shit till its ready to roll
Hold the grip and pull the trig till its steady to go
Fold my lip and throw the tip till its in ya eyeball
Show these kids how a real thug playa done roll
Then your out of admission, without the agression
and tension, despensin a lethal weapon up in your section
Detectin your steppin, and if you really learned ya lesson
Then stay back and pray that, i dont kill you up ina second
Ima hit you nerds, so that it hurts when im done
Cuz i bring more heat then the surface of the sun
Its like my moms son just had birth with a gun
Your gonna find out that it really hurt when you run
(Chorus)
Verse 3
When i hit the spot i only leave five alive
So they stay in a cell, im talkin five by five
Yall can die, and yall can cry
And yall can take a swift sniff of the nine
And leave you wonderin why
Im not like others i got bodies in the attic
I show the static when i break the automatic
Have you seein more lights then QE Traffic
With more white around the body then a cocain addict
Ever talk to metal? well now ya can
6 feet deep and you can talk to the land
Talk to a man, who has your life up in his hands
You can Tell him how you tried to take the life of a man
Watch out, ethix front page killer to news
Leave you wit more then just a bump and a bruise
Have you runnin fast just like the gump used to do
Have you seein more chambers then most judges do
(Chorus)
