3rd World Hustla

(albüm: Crime Fetish - 2012)

Ay man, I'm a' tell you why I'm thugged out
Ay yeah I got a crime fetish, says fuck these mutha'fuckas

Never been a busta'
I don't fuck with them 'bustas
That nine in ya' face pussy nigga I don't trust ya'
This right to ya' melon like them boys in 7th Heaven
I be gone in a second, gotta' load my Mac-11
Riding through the streets with them boys packing heat
Niggas know it's Lil B, and they know I'm pretty creep
Gotta' be with' the shit, cause I roll one deep
Bitch I'm MVP, cause I'm playing for the Heat
(Thugged out) Military soldier, coming from the sea
H20 all day, man I'm coming for the tree/
'N I might hit a 3, with' a scope and the beam
4 wheel motion, the till stay open
My house stay open, he stay cocking
Make ya' head red like that boy Dennis Rodman
He stay loaded, the beef got me focused
Smack ya' on the street like them niggas out in Oakland
I got phonk like I'm a' tell you somthing niggas
A few suckas tried to check game had to bust niggas
Playing with' that ratchet, 'N I'm smoking with' that ratchet
Talking 'bout the gun, 'N I ain't talking 'bout a bad bitch
Bitch paid me cause she say I do magic
Nigga play with' me I had to burn em' like matches
I do me, 'N I'm hustling no discussion
Lotta' mutha'fuckas did-died over nothing