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Corinne Bailey Rae - Rap's A Hustle lyrics
[Verse 1]
 I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe
 She don't ever move 'til I say so
 Her only purpose in life is get me large
 I got my pen workin' 16 bars
 When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad
 She make sure we both have
 She know I got plenty more ready to replace her
 Bitch better have mine
 I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line
 You get it, I mean, can you dig it
 She committed to me, she please niggas for me
 My shit's so tight, she leave a nigga for me
 I met her in a studio, she caught my eye
 She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes
 I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her
 Like my shit ain't I'll enough to overpower her
 I see he wasn't treatin' her right
 I gave her some paper
 And let her do her thing that night
 That's right, I took her from that playa
 He to concerned with his money and his data
 She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak
 I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie
 Be cool, or we can make the heat come out
 Your pen work for me 'til the ink run out (playa)
 [Chorus]
 Money talks and bullshit walks
 Rap is a hustle, yo
 Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
 Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine
 Money talks and bullshit walks
 Rap is a hustle, yo
 Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
 Put me on the streets niggaCorinne Bailey Rae - Rap's A Hustle - http://motolyrics.com/corinne-bailey-rae/raps-a-hustle-lyrics.html
 [Verse 2]
 My rap is uncut raw, out the door
 Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more
 Your rap is lactose; you cooked up, the glass broke
 Customers complainin', some never comin' back yo
 My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night
 You made your first sale when I sold out
 My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste
 My rhyme's a felony, yours never seen a trial date
 You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid
 My flows sleepin' in a cave
 No day's I got the streets in this mad
 You need a mask to prepare the ? here
 It's heated glass once I flip this track
 You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days
 Fuckin' right crime pays, I stay deliverin, ain't no middle man
 I never short my mans or cross my fans
 Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
 It's funny, I'm here, unlike like the crew I used to roll wit'
 Yall might as well work for me, I got that clientele
 You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell
 That's the reason why your empire fell like Goliath
 I'm supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' Marks
 NARC's is analiyzin', askin' why this kid
 Out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and
 Bringin' heat to the street like if I had the iron (for real)
 [Chorus]
 Money talks and bullshit walks
 Rap is a hustle, yo
 Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
 Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine
 Money talks and bullshit walks
 Rap is a hustle, yo









