Afu-Ra - Pusha

(feat. Royce Da 5'9")



[Afu-Ra]

Show me, which one of y'all is bold

Which one of y'all wanna roll

It just too many rocks in the road

Worldwide my crash staff like a hustla

And I'm flying in the planes, reading Hustler

Word life, it's all about the game

It's all about what comes to ya mind, when someone mentions ya name

Spit flow after flow, like every track is the same

And each one of my flows will be a sample in your brain

My love for the music, is all that I got

It's like, cooking a meal, the one ingredient in the pot

I got my hands on a life long bundle

Since '93, I've been working up in the jungle

I never clock out, I gotta finish my bundle

All I wanna do, is rock the mic, and keep it humble yup

Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yup

Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on



[Royce Da 5'9"]

I live for this music, die for this music

I'm why you got your hands up, hands up, hands up

Whoa, I make you lay way down, way down

Low, in the ground, for what you stand up for

Standard less then 7 dollars a record, is not acceptable

I show you how to collect you alot of decimals

I'm a walking acronym, rollin' so faster

O.M.O.M., Own My Own Masters

Oh my, N.E., I did it with No En'emy

In the SS, mighty looking so slim

S.G.'s; Shootin' Guns like a soldier

While you looking so grimm, folk, fold

Go off, you should go snitch, P.Y.B., nigga

Pump Yo Brakes, while I Pull Yo Bitch

Cuz, she I need, five for the a-side

The b-side; three, you see how it be

Rappin' 'em acronym's, backin' 'em backwards

Rappers up to the wall, clap 'em up, kill 'em all

Write it down, thug it out, spit it out, wrap it up

Ship it out, bring the buzzin' out, that's what this

shit about



[Afu-Ra]

Whatever's clever, I guess it's back to the basics

I really feel like Shogun in The Matrix

My mind's stick stone, lyrics to build an empire

And how to capitalize, on the entire

Roll for dollars and cents, it's fucked up

I do this for money, but if I didn't, I be hungry

And like I said, music's all that I got

And I do this for my seed, so you know a brother gotta rock

I'm proud to walk in a bank, deposit a knot

Realize it's coming, from the way a brother voice drop

Now I can spit 16 bars, or shoot for the stars

Hardy-har-har-har, I still take it far

And all I know, I'm coming from a culture

Life without independence, is like a torture, yup

Hustle, hustla, we all gotta hustle, yuupu

Get your hands up, cuz we all gotta hustle, come on