Keep Hustlin' Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

[Jadakiss] 

Ahh 

Uhuh 

Yeah 

D-Block 

R 3, motherfuckers couldn't wait 

Yeah 

Niggas not want Jada to kiss on them (kiss on'em) 

Throw sour milk or piss on them (piss on'em) burn their cell 

Snitch niggas playing the game "Who turn to tell" (what?) 

I'm waiting right here for the warden and burning the L 

Recognize real this is an example of that (yeah) 

Grey uncut diesel come and sample a sack 

D-Block where the hammers is at (that's right) 

Every night is like the Apollo with guns, even amateurs clap 

I hit raw in the store, ravined, then laid low on the yea-yo 

When I cop more of the green 

Got a BX connect and a Georgia Team 

My life is juicy nigga 

It was all a dream 

It's my house so I'm a ask you to leave 

I'm like carbon-dioxide 

Cause I don't want you faggots to breathe 

And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue 

2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh) 

[Chorus] 2X 

All my niggas with guns 

Keep busting them 

All my niggas with drugs 

Keep hustling 

All my niggas with money 

Keep getting it 

All my niggas that ride 

Keep living it 

[Styles] 

It's the kid with the attitude 

Chip on the shoulder 

Brick in the whip with the 5th in the holster 

Purple in the dutchee (un huh) I got a circle full of niggas 

that will kill your grandmother if she touch me 

Told you I get deep with a gun 

If I die then my niggas teach the rules of the street to myson 

Cause I might got to meet with the lord 

What I live by? die by? 

My gun, my word, and my sword 

Cause niggas sound hard but they just ain't convincing me 

Microwave killer, do my shit instantly 

Built that courage in Anna, it's the dark side 

that makes me want to flip and go smother your mama (bitch) 

Just for birthing your ass 

And this the ghost when you take your last breath 

And I'm cursing your ass 

And I'm sort of like the Grim Reaper, but I'm a get deeper 

Cause I'm right here on earth for your ass 

[Chorus] 2X 

This is it 

Sheek Luc, c'mon 

[Sheek] 

You know Sheek hold it down wherever he at (no doubt) 

You wanna knock yourself out? 

Nah let me do that 

I'm thugging everything I'm on (yeeah) 

I spit too hard 

Keep the hawk like I'm out in the yard 

Even in the boot Luch keep a gat in his hand 

Brick under the fan, think I care about a moon man or Grammyaward? 

What did you expect? I ain't seeing double platinum 

unless I take it off your fucking neck (right now) 

Cut my check and get out my face 

Before I go home and get that new shit out the case (no doubt) 

I don't think y'all hearing me, it's not fair to me 

I'll clap you if my niggas is daring me 

Your God is dumping your face 

Then run up and choke your bitch ass, just in case 

Then that y'all is thirsty to hear some more 

You better put a rush on Volume four (d block) 

Walk with me 

[Chorus] 2X