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 CANTANTE: Brooks Buford
 TITULO:Hustle
 
 Chorus:
 that's what you get tryin' to muscle me
 that's what you get tryin' to hustle me
 cuz i'm not afraid
 i'm a player i don't get played
 come runnin' that game and you might get sprayed
 that's what you get tryin' to hustle me
 Yeah i been trough a lot
 but you don't know that
 i can lose evrything
 and bounce right back
 from the punks an the thugs to the rats and snakes
 from the shady ass girls to the frauds and the fakes
 cross me and you're gonna suffer three-fold
 you'll be diggin' ditches til your frickin' 50 years old
 i tried to be cool try to cut you in
 but you pull that crap so you lose i win
 so what does it all mean...
 And i can't understand why you still wanna race
 everythin' you try to do is just blow up in your face
 and i wonder of you get it
 you should know by now
 get out of the way or get run down with a plot
 i know that you think you have to lie
 i know that you wish that i would die
 i know but its not happenin'
 so what does it all mean
 So let me break it down
 speel it out for ya
 you're drivin' by fear
 i'll make it more clear
 all of your murderers got me here
 like van gogh cut off his ear
 i'm the best new artist this year
 pour gasoline on my brain
 you're lame thanks for the fame
 
 
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