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Esham

Justa Hustler

 

Justa Hustler

(album: A-1 Yola - 2005)


["Justa Hustler"]

Welcome to the bad ball
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special guest
In the house tonight, performing live
It's Esham and the hoot rats, straight off the east side
Doing an original tune for you called "Justa Hustler"

I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic
I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic

Girl, I like the way you dance
I like the way you move them hips
You got that body in 'em pants
Ooh, can I roll with you?
I got some ends, I'm coming through
And we can blow a few
Ooh, if you only knew
What I wanna do with you tonight
You riding with a hustler
Life is so cold, and you know you can't trust a

I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic
I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic

Seems like yesterday, we would ride
Now all you wanna do is fly, so high, so high
I'm just a hustler, baby, I needs my fetty
I gots to get some like today even if you ain't ready
I'm just a hustler, don't take it personal
All I'm saying, it's the only way I know

I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic
(It's the only way I know)
I'm just a hustler, and baby don't forget it
The Yoca-Cola cook a rock until it's copacetic

H-U-S-T-L-E-R
People know just who you are
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
People know just who you are
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
People know just who you are
H-U-S-T-L-E-R
People know just who you are

A Detroit hustler
Get your cake up

["Pill Me (Feel My Prescription)"]

Pill me for my addiction
Feel my prescription
A triangle 'cause I try every angle
Check this shit out

I be that Egyptian who need a prescription
So what's poppin'? Pain pills, fuel my addiction
I'm caught up in the mix and plus I need fixing
This is fact not fiction, bitch, why you bitching
Take a listen with your ears and close your mouth
Wash it down with some water 'fore your pills fall out
In the darkness, I hear somebody call out my name
When I think about the past, all I see is the flames
Angels try and save me, but I'm crazy
They say "follow me," but I can't fly with these broken wings
And tongues are spoken things
Don't know what they mean, nightmares that I'm a dope fiend
Insomniac, I don't sleep, I can't dream
The voices say "follow me," the pills say "swallow me"
I gotta migraine, dead brain cells
Amphetamines flowing through my veins taking me to hell
Can't you tell I'm in another dimension?
Can't you tell I'm in another dimension?
Hell on Earth, and I got a life sentence
The only way to get to Heaven's repentance

Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
I'm ya pain killer
Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
I'm ya pain killer

I'm a pain killer, a game killer
The one you come to when ya need the same killer
Footprints in the sand walking with ya
The shadow behind you who can get ya
Thoughts of suicide run through my mind
I think about murdering murderers all the time
I close my eyes and turn into vapors
Smoking blunts in the Bible papers
My mind travels at light speed 'cause I speed
In the fast lane swerving, my eyes bleed
Now let me tell you what I need (The three P's)
Pussy, painkillers, pills, and weed
Maybe a world without greed
Until then, all my words you must heed
And do believe, alter your mind state
You'll never find fate, you'll never find love, you'll only find hate
Wait, for goodness sake
Don't act fake, and baby, these pills relieve my headache
From the cemetery I watch the dead wake
Enough dope to make all the feds shake

Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
I'm ya pain killer
Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
I'm ya pain killer
Pill me for my addiction, feel my prescription, baby
I'm ya pain killer

Enemies wanna kill me up, pill me up
And squeeze they triggers 'till they slugs fill me up
Now, who wanna try me, crucify me
Wanna assassinate the holder of your fate
'Cause you'll do anything for the dopamine
Ain't no hope it seems for another dope fiend
O.D.'in in the dope house ya be in
Laying dead with ya eyes open, forever seeing

'Cause ya pilling, you be pilling
Pill, pills
Pill me, you just pill me
You just pill me

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