(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