Mc Hustler Lyrics - Singles - Prince Paul

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I'm a general, in this hip hop army, yeah 

Highly ranked, thick like a tank 

Well equipped for niggas poppin' shit 

Rapifier, now plug the wire let's get down to it 

I'm frustrated, uh, filled with anger 

Feel like jumpin' in the wash and just chill on the hanger 

But uh, mama didn't raise no quitters 

So uh, what you want and what you need I deliver 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Mass confusion, boozin', drug using 

Got some winning some losing, is it real or an illusion? 

I guess it's all a test, stress to paranoia 

Slim, go get a lawyer, make him prove nobody saw ya 

The clock struck the midnight hour, I hit the [unverified] 

I see my man Infinite pimpin' shit for the team 

The millionaires club, Republicans make it difficult 

Kill or be killed's the result, I'm rollin' up 

The [unverified], drinkin' [unverified], talkin' sports 

Herb smoke stimulates my thoughts 

It took me deeper than the reaper's domain 

To make it plain as hell 

I left my spirit to dwell 

But let my lyrics rebel 

Documented on record to spark my [unverified] brain cell 

I kick a style like Bruce, rockin' this rotten metropolis 

Drugs, thugs and slugs, the scene it's so monotonous 

One day it dawned on me as the time rolls by 

That the same thing that makes you laugh makes you cry 

Sometimes I feel I'm winnin', sinnin' 

Sittin' back in the MP, relax, talkin' 'bout a new beginning 

You see, I'm just an MC, I'm just an MC 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I gotta get over, before I go under 

I gotta get over, before I go under privileged 

Trapped deep beneath the sewage 

I attend the university of making money 

Five makes ten, ten makes twenty 

Good n' plenty, keeps pockets from getting empty 

Blunts get pulled, different day same bull 

Shit, you can't own it, two [unverified] you manufacture it 

Take away profit now tell me what you get 

I got a size eight, a fried chicken dinner plate 

I'm sellin' dreams, you know, rhymes by the weight 

Ten years of hustling, brung home the bacon, man 

More scramblin' than Moon and Cunningham 

You know, money for the makin', maintainin' 

Hustlin', for the president, causin' campaignin' [unverified] 

I'm just an MC, what I be? 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

I'm just an MC hustlin', hustlin' 

Just an MC hustlin', hustlin'