you?ve been gone there?s a darkness Nowhere a light to be found The clock on the wall?s holding back the time It?s clear that I?m just going down You
cars are passing down below And all that's left of you is all your clothes You left your key, the TV's on Our picture's face down by the alarm clock
boss of the crossfader The rage is on, my rhymes are airborne Stage is torn to wreck, my murdering gear's on Moving a head, never bled inside a bloodshed Nothing is
weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches us, he'll try to kill
rappers and skills And kill the weak rappers and no thrills Hang 'em an ephigy if he's a sucker Hang 'em to the left of me 'cause my right hand man Is
Chorus: [ah ha] Ohh baby mmmmmmmm oh baby! [talk to em] ohhh baby [its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song, this hustle is gone] Let me what the
down though, y'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed
lay your head down You can't get no satisfaction or relief Moving one step further down a line Stretching back far beyond belief You put your letter
home and laid down to sleep That began the nightmare on my street It was burning in my room like an oven My bed soaked with sweat and man I was bugging I checked the clock
lucky to still be alive. He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive. The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five And the clock in the kitchen is
letter is better than mine Everytime I rhyme, it's metal; the terror level is high Plus I testify, it's best you die Then find the truth deep down in
[Chorus:] (ah ha) Ohh baby mmmmmmmm oh baby! [talk to em] ohhh baby (its what hustlaz do, this is a hustlaz song, this hustle is gone) Let me what the
5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset, capital
G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we fuckin slang! And a 9 trey is what I fuckin' claim! It's Dipset
G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf**ka bang Get ya money up, this cane is what we f**kin' slang And 9 trey is what I f**kin' claim Its Dipset,
(feat. Reek Da Villain, Spliff Star, Lil' Wayne, Nas, The Game & Big Daddy Kane) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] This is a national security alert! (REMIX! REMIX
method is the most and I boast so you can bet this is like the best of the rest of the flock And now you're walkin down the hallways of the Always Jock
again, maybe I might. Oh, if I could just find you tonight. I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way. Horseplay and disease is killing