[Verse 1]
I`ma pimp, a pen`s my hoe
She don`t ever move until 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 to replace her
Bitch better have mine
I`m not lettin` no pen get out of line
You did 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
With her over kickin` whack ass rhymes
I needed a pen, so she let me borrow her
Like my shit ain`t ill enough to overpower her
I see he wasn`t treatin` her right
So I gave her some paper
And let her do her thing that night
Thats right, I took it from that player
He to concerned with his money and his pager
She told me, shit he be kickin` is 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 `till the ink run out (player)
[Chorus]
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y`all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street I`m goin` for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y`all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street nigga
[Verse 2]
My rap is uncut raw, out the door
Type shit to have fiends lookin` for more
Your rap is lactose; you cooled off, the glass broke
Customers complainin` 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 rhymes 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 repair the ? here
You see the glass once I flip this track
You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days
Fuck a right front page, I stay deliverin, ain`t no middle men
I never short my man or cross my fans
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand
It`s funny, I`m here, I`m like the crew I used to roll wit`
You might as well work for me, I got the clientele
Y`all put to much cred in that stuff you tred to sell
Thats the reason your empire fell like Goliath
I`m supplyin` the ghetto to satisfy you
Marks, NARC`s, is analiyzin` why this kid
Crossed the bridge and came through with platinum shinin`
Bringin` heat to the street like I had the iron
[Chorus]
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y`all
Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme
Put me on the street I`m goin` for mines
Money talks and bullshit walks
Rap is a hustle y`all
