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lirik lagu knock tha hustle – ricky conaway

step in this mind of mine
shut your eyes, feel every sentence from line to line
at any second someone can pop you when ridin’ by
so feel the ambience
if you ain’t got yourself a path then you can follow mine
yeah
the sky is low when you can fly this high
so if i never get to drop i promise i’ll be fine
my confidants ain’t the kind of guys who can compromise
go kamikaze on any costume at comic-con
without an ounce of kindness
see i ain’t out for violence
but when i speak i’m expectin’ everyone ’round is quiet
the only sound is silence, or you won’t be found respondin’
fuck how i’m dressin’ i betchu we’ll own a thousand islands
countin’ commas wit doubt behind us and livin’ lavish
i ain’t a k!ller but don’t push me tho my clique is savage
and you don’t wanna go tit for tat wit the king of rappin’
call me pelé i’m kickin back in this b-tch relaxin’
i double dare you, pick a track that i’m spittin’ fact in
you couldn’t find any written p-ssage that isn’t cl-ssic
and i don’t care bout whose b-tch is baddest with minutes p-ssin’
as long as when i’m all finished snappin’ my kids are laughin’
yeah
it’s been way too long
swear to god i wanna quit it but i can’t move on
you can’t knock the hustle dawg it’s way too strong
it’s way too strong..

so many fakes around this town, i can’t even add ’em
closest people try to trick me like we’re eve and adam
no offense, but that’s some shit that you can leave me out of
i want my space like a thousand gigabyte pc data
so try to test me i’m a jaw cracker
i knock em out and see em fall fast and then i watch em crawl backward
never trippin’ cause y’all rappers are all chatter
all that shit they talk is useless as a gallbladder
see any song of mine you hear, on every beat is awake
the way i’m k!llin’ rappers like every beat is a wake
you might as well go to sleep, you’ll never beat us awake
you dreamin of bein’ me cause you’ll never be dis awake
and no there ain’t nothin you do best
turn white shirts to red, put blood on your crew-necks
strike first to heads, put blood on your crew necks
you see what happened to them? put blood on your crew next, no we’re never calm
the upper echelon
screamin’ fuck a renaissance
beef with me and peace with me is dead and gone
so who ya your bet is on
who make a better song?
always catch em slippin’ like i pick with andy pettite’s arm
yeah
it’s been way too long
swear to god i wanna quit it but i can’t move on
you can’t knock tha hustle dawg it’s way too strong
it’s way too strong..

- ricky conaway

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